So after a 10-day intermission, the nuptial extravaganza picks back up, with the Spanish Honeymoon commencing tomorrow followed by the celebratory reception with my new extended in-laws in the Loire Valley.
Snore. Even I am weary of my own bridal narcissism. I vow that after I return from the Honeymooon, I will give myself a weeklong window during which I can prattle freely and indulge my bridal narcissism. After that, this website will once again become the whimsical creative playground of a frustrated technical writer with vague literary ambitions, a glut of cynicism, and an attention span the length of a .
I realize how vapid all this wedding talk is getting. So instead, I bring you… wedding pictures! Yes, yes, I cannot run off to Spain without spreading a bit of my sparkly white glory. The photographer sent us a DVD with over 2000 pictures on it. This seemed like an overwhleming amount of pictures until I realized that my eyes are closed in two-thirds of them.
So here comes the bride, ad absurdum.
