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11 October, 2003
A beautiful sunny Saturday.
People come from all around to gather at a church in northern Virginia to watch a geeky sod become forever bound to a beautiful, intelligent, warm, caring young woman. After rings and words were exchanged, and a single candle lit from two, they and their party make their way to a gazebo to have their images frozen in time. (They did, mind you, refrain from attacking it. For those unfamiliar with the story behind that, please read The Tale of Eric and the Dread Gazebo.) The remainder of the day was spent in a blur of food, music, dancing, drink, and more table-hopping than a one-legged waitress at a packed diner.
In other words, Colleen and I were married four years ago today.
Four years and counting.
11 October, 2003
A beautiful sunny Saturday.
People come from all around to gather at a church in northern Virginia to watch a geeky sod become forever bound to a beautiful, intelligent, warm, caring young woman. After rings and words were exchanged, and a single candle lit from two, they and their party make their way to a gazebo to have their images frozen in time. (They did, mind you, refrain from attacking it. For those unfamiliar with the story behind that, please read The Tale of Eric and the Dread Gazebo.) The remainder of the day was spent in a blur of food, music, dancing, drink, and more table-hopping than a one-legged waitress at a packed diner.
In other words, Colleen and I were married four years ago today.
Four years and counting.
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WOOT!