GOT Effing Hitched!

Photo by Brian Kemm

So that happened. Phew! Holy yeesh guys, that was really something. 

The outpouring of love? 

The dancing our faces off (almost literally in Balgavy and Timmy's case)?

Those lobster grilled cheeses?

That cake?

The weather?

The coolest officiant EVER?

The Tenenbaum's summer home?

I don't even know where to start. So I'll leave it at that for now.

Photo by Marcelo Gallegos

More photos to come as we compile and pull them from Facebook, as we know many aren't on the social timesuck. Love you all!

Holy Crap!

Guys! Did you notice, August is here! How and when did that happen?

We spend the past weekend in Cape Cod, closing out some final details for the wedding. But don't worry, they were all fun.

Lawn games were purchased. And yeesh, ladderball is so on! That game was fun enough that we didn't play bocce one time. It's serious, dudes.

Interesting tidbit: I was told by my aunt, who lives in Florida, that this game is affectionately known as Redneck Horseshoes. However, when I did a Google search for such term, I was met with this rather disturbing photo:

So clearly there are some terminology discrepancies regarding this game. Toilet seat horseshoes, however, hmm...

Oh, by the way, I also came up with Testicle Toss as another term for ladderball. Adorable.

And now, back to this blog post.

Details were finalized. By that we mean we bought some stuff. Should I tell you what it was? It's not particularly exciting, but all part of the day, so I'll hold off.

Wine was imbibed. For real. We had a family wine tasting, several of each white, sparkling and red. I think we decided on quality stuff, but we were pretty buzzed by the end of it and ladderball was calling our names, so hopefully they were wise decisions.

Finally, we met with the Officiant. And discussed the ceremony. Which is gonna be amazeballs. And pretty quick, we promise. No one wants to sit through an hour-long thing, let's get to the food and booze already, #amiright?

Oh, and speaking of food. Here's a hint.

Word.

Meet the Officiant

When Sean and I decided that we were really going to do this thing, we knew we needed someone to make it official. We had a few criteria:

• This person needed to be very special to us.
  
• This person needed to know a little bit about Jewish weddings.
• This person needed to be able to make jokes during very important times while also remaining disarmingly tender.
• This person needed to be able to string a sentence together, for God's sake.
• This person needed to look like a total badass doing it.
  

I'm happy to say, we knew just who to turn to:


This is Elizabeth A. Manchester, known frequently as Beth, Uncle Bethy, Love Touch, BManch, Grandma Slice and to us, Dr. Booze. While Beth has only been in our lives for a short time, she's made an indelible mark.

She's been known to crack an inside joke here and there. She's been known to shout, "OOPS" when throwing an errant bocce ball. She's been known to bring excellent cured meats to dinner parties. She's been known to insist that we co-host a Seder. She's been known to move furniture while intoxicated. She's been known to turn her nose up at Veuve Clicquot. She's also been known to be quietly and immensely thoughtful when you least expect it, to only hand out compliments when she really means it and to always, ALWAYS, tell you exactly what she thinks.


Beth lives her life by the same code under which she plays bocce, "Follow your heart and bank the fuck out of everything." She is currently attending some school you've probably never heard of in Boston (Harvard?). She once attempted to climb into a KFC drive-thru window with me at 4am. That KFC was not open for business. She has a dog named Charles and whenever she sees another dog anywhere, of ANY breed, she always says, "Oh! That dog looks like Charles!" She loves to call the Gardner brothers by their first and last names. Sometimes she says things like, "My tasting menus do not pay for themselves!"


These are all things we love about her, things that have endeared her to us and made us friends. We think you're going to love her. We certainly do.