Wedding Pics I
We’re getting our wedding album back in a few weeks, but here’s a few slices of the day itself.
Unsurprisingly, most of the photos are of Katie. Despite the fact it was in an idyllic location with a squillion people, I won’t bore any dear readers with full details about how the day went.
Except to note that I tripped over her dress at one point, which was a blessing in disguise, as it made me laugh and brought me back from the edge of crying like a little lost lamb.
Anyway, here are a few of the photos (I only have a few at the moment), as a preview for when I inevitably make a larger album and bore everyone to death.
She really couldn't look more Irish, could she? Also, we had no idea, but she was a couple weeks pregnant at this point.
Getting married is, apparently, serious business. No time for smiles. Or for tidying up your sideburns.
The Bridal Party. While they were all amazing, we owe Emma (maid of honour, on the far right) a huge thanks for being incredible on the day, and Shiree (next to Emma) for all the cupcakes on the tables. All 200 of them.
The Groomsmen. And me, waving. I think I'm actually waving at my ex-girlfriend Jessica, which sounds weirder than it really is.
Obligatory dress shot. I'm not going to lie, I needed help getting her out of this later on. It was a complicated operation, requiring expert technical intervention.
This was the fake cake-cutting. The real one happened about 4 hours later in front of everyone, and someone (I think it was Jon...) shouted a much-anticipated crack about cutting the cake with a chainsword. Even fearing it was coming wasn't enough to prepare me for the surreal moment when 40K was mentioned out loud in my wedding ceremony.