mr. and mrs. shoes!
On October 7, our good friends Rob and Heather got married. As an extra honor, they asked me to be an usher and be a part of the ceremony. This meant that I got to put on a styling tux and work with Our Man in LA, as we "ushed" with the best of them.
The weekend festivities took place at the Pheasant Run Resort in St. Charles, IL (a little ways west of Chicago). On Friday night, we had the rehearsal, then the rehearsal dinner at a local Giordano's (one of Chicago's go-to chains for authentic deep dish pizza).
As a special treat for Rob, who is a huge fan of the show, "Curb Your Enthusiasm," it turned out that Richard Lewis was performing at the comedy club located at Pheasant's Run. We pointed out Mr. Lewis' presence to Shoes, who then walked up with Heather and said, "Hi, we're getting married tomorrow, mind if we get a picture?" The direct approach worked well, as you can see below. On the flip side, Mr. Lewis definitely looked every inch the man who blasted his body and brain with drugs during the '80s. Ouch. Nice though.
At the rehearsal, the bride and groom mugged their way through, wearing hats with their designations on them, you know, so everyone would know who was who.
Overboard brought Kenny to the rehearsal dinner, and was there already when I arrived. She was feeding him in the front of the restaurant, and everyone seemed happy and content. This fell in line with what we were telling everyone about how good and "unflappable" Kenny was.
Before long, we moved into the area in the back of the busy restaurant where the tables were and got a nice spot in the corner. I was holding Mr. K, and then placed him in his car seat so I could have my hands free and he could chill out. About two seconds after strapping him in, he heard or saw something that spooked him and the boy "flapped." With incredible lung strength, he began to WAIL. I'm talking, "What's wrong with your kid?" kind of wailing. We tried to soothe him, but he wasn't having it, so Overboard took him out of the seat and carried him to the front of the restaurant, Kenny wailing all the way. Overboard then decided to take him into the bathroom in order to get him away from any extra noise, and I dutifully waited outisde the door. As women walked by, I wondered what they'd think when they stepped in to powder their nose, only to find a harried looking woman wielding a screaming baby. Wheee.
Although Kenny calmed a little bit, he was still pretty peturbed. We decided to grab his car seat and drive him around the parking lot in order to soothe him. This worked, but I decided not to test my luck by bringing him back inside. Instead, I let Overboard return to the party and I took the spud home. Thus, I can't really explain what these pictures are about, just tell you who they are. ;)
Our Man & Woman in LA - Chris & Steph
The Angelinos and the man formerly known as "Bachelor Party Guy"
Sarah & Reggie (who we found out that night passed the IL bar!)
Steph & Overboard
Heather, the beautiful bride and her (soon to be) niece Samantha
Shoes, having a lousy time as usual
The weather on Saturday was perfect, which was good, since it was an outdoor wedding. Everything went well, and beyond the incredible ushering skills Chris and I displayed, Shoes and Heather did a nice job too.
The Usual Suspects
At the reception, the wedding party got to make a big entrance. Since Chris and I were going in together, I decided we should act like the other "couples." I did ask him, however, why I had to take his arm and not the other way around. "Is this a height thing?" I asked.
Steph dared me to lick the ice sculpture. I asked her how much she was offering. She went from $100 down to $20, but I took her up on it anyways.
Besides, I knew if I didn't take advantage of the offer, Shoes would do it for free.
And I was right.
Shoes later asked me, "Doesn't she know me? I would've mounted that thing on a dare."
And THAT, is what I call a reception.
The weekend festivities took place at the Pheasant Run Resort in St. Charles, IL (a little ways west of Chicago). On Friday night, we had the rehearsal, then the rehearsal dinner at a local Giordano's (one of Chicago's go-to chains for authentic deep dish pizza).
As a special treat for Rob, who is a huge fan of the show, "Curb Your Enthusiasm," it turned out that Richard Lewis was performing at the comedy club located at Pheasant's Run. We pointed out Mr. Lewis' presence to Shoes, who then walked up with Heather and said, "Hi, we're getting married tomorrow, mind if we get a picture?" The direct approach worked well, as you can see below. On the flip side, Mr. Lewis definitely looked every inch the man who blasted his body and brain with drugs during the '80s. Ouch. Nice though.
At the rehearsal, the bride and groom mugged their way through, wearing hats with their designations on them, you know, so everyone would know who was who.
Overboard brought Kenny to the rehearsal dinner, and was there already when I arrived. She was feeding him in the front of the restaurant, and everyone seemed happy and content. This fell in line with what we were telling everyone about how good and "unflappable" Kenny was.
Before long, we moved into the area in the back of the busy restaurant where the tables were and got a nice spot in the corner. I was holding Mr. K, and then placed him in his car seat so I could have my hands free and he could chill out. About two seconds after strapping him in, he heard or saw something that spooked him and the boy "flapped." With incredible lung strength, he began to WAIL. I'm talking, "What's wrong with your kid?" kind of wailing. We tried to soothe him, but he wasn't having it, so Overboard took him out of the seat and carried him to the front of the restaurant, Kenny wailing all the way. Overboard then decided to take him into the bathroom in order to get him away from any extra noise, and I dutifully waited outisde the door. As women walked by, I wondered what they'd think when they stepped in to powder their nose, only to find a harried looking woman wielding a screaming baby. Wheee.
Although Kenny calmed a little bit, he was still pretty peturbed. We decided to grab his car seat and drive him around the parking lot in order to soothe him. This worked, but I decided not to test my luck by bringing him back inside. Instead, I let Overboard return to the party and I took the spud home. Thus, I can't really explain what these pictures are about, just tell you who they are. ;)
Our Man & Woman in LA - Chris & Steph
The Angelinos and the man formerly known as "Bachelor Party Guy"
Sarah & Reggie (who we found out that night passed the IL bar!)
Steph & Overboard
Heather, the beautiful bride and her (soon to be) niece Samantha
Shoes, having a lousy time as usual
The weather on Saturday was perfect, which was good, since it was an outdoor wedding. Everything went well, and beyond the incredible ushering skills Chris and I displayed, Shoes and Heather did a nice job too.
The Usual Suspects
At the reception, the wedding party got to make a big entrance. Since Chris and I were going in together, I decided we should act like the other "couples." I did ask him, however, why I had to take his arm and not the other way around. "Is this a height thing?" I asked.
Steph dared me to lick the ice sculpture. I asked her how much she was offering. She went from $100 down to $20, but I took her up on it anyways.
Besides, I knew if I didn't take advantage of the offer, Shoes would do it for free.
And I was right.
Shoes later asked me, "Doesn't she know me? I would've mounted that thing on a dare."
And THAT, is what I call a reception.
posted by Dr. Overboard and Prof. Evenkeel at 5:09 PM
1 Comments:
Greg - What can I say? Great post on your blog, and thanks again for being there for me/us over the wedding weekend....or WWI, since it was the first marriage for either of us. WWI. Isn't that romantic??
Great pics! You, M-J and the K-Man were fantastic all weekend!
Shoes
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