Yes, the classic cake eating picture. Note the strategically placed wedding cake. Note to other aging poets who are getting married: don't get so worried about performing your wedding night that you take a handful of Viagra a few hours before the ceremony. It was tough moving that cake around the whole reception so appropriate pictures could be taken. Also note: a Joseph Cornell piece as the decoration on the groom's cake. That's right, I reduced my favorite artist not only to decoration, but as decoration on the backup desert. Mmmmm, stolen dignity tastes good.
This is a moving picture from the rehearsal dinner, my dad handing to me the family sex hat that's been passed down from Ebeneezer Tost and now to me. (Hoo haw, I haven't lost a step!) Actually it is a pocket watch that has been passed down from my Dad's grandfather to his father to him and now to me. Good stuff.
This is a picture of me escorting my mom down the aisle while people rudely just wander around behind us as though something other than a wedding is going on. Look at them! Beers in hand, like it's some picnic. I mean, only one person attending the wedding seems to be even aware that we're walking down the aisle. Thank you, and only you, Emily.
Here's Leigh and her father getting ready to head down the aisle. You can be sure people were paying attention then. Leigh does look quite gorgeous though. We got married under Magnolia trees in Springdale, Arkansas.
That'd be, standing: Andy Albertson, Adam Prince, Adam Clay, TTost, Skip Hays.
That'd be, kneeling: Nic Pizzolatto, Sean Chapman, Mark Cherry.
Romance! Our first dance as a married unit, to The Kinks' "Strangers" ("strangers of this road we are on/we are not two, we are one").
