After eight years of bliss, we decided to spice it up a bit. So we went to the courthouse and tied the old knot. We don't have pictures of that here, but here is our low-key, friends and close family party in the mountains that we threw to celebrate:
On the left is our friend who is designing our rings; he is a highly skilled jeweler in addition to being a lifelong friend (I can remember rolling around in his bunk bed when we were 3 or 4). He also teaches at John C. Campbell Folk School, if you're interested. On the right is my father-in-law. Ah, the naming of people is so much easier when you are married. He used to be my boyfriend of eight years' father, or some other complicated thing! That's really the only reason we got married. But we love each other, too, of course.
And Ranger Bob let my mother wear his hat, most likely against park regulations. But she sure was happy about it.
And the food was fantastic. One of my vegetarian friends said she would pay to attend a buffet like that. Hmmm...
This pesto was amazing, especially with the home-made bread.
Then my Dad got his banjo out, and things got a little bit more fun. Cause that's why banjos were invented.
And then one of our guests drank a little too much a little too fast. . . and suffered the consequences. Either that, or the banjo music attracted zombies. It does that sometimes.
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