To the dogs

The Communist's wedding on Saturday was a very fun affair. It was a gorgeous day and the winery where the ceremony and reception were held was the perfect venue.

The ceremony lasted all of 10 minutes, with explicit instructions to hit the bar afterward. So we did. Very early in the day. This would explain why, a few hours later, I found myself "wedding drunk" on the bus back into town before 10pm.

But between the time that the ceremony concluded and the moment I ushered myself away, there were a few choice moments, like:

* When the band played "Don't Stop Believin'" and everyone belted out the song in unison.
* The spontaneous mosh pit and crowd surfing.
* The discovery that one of the attendant dogs had taken a bite out of the wedding cake. The evidence? Two dirty paw prints on the white table linens.
* When the same dog, blind due to cataracts, was gently nudged by a car and scampered out of the way.

It was a fun, festive occasion and a nice little weekend getaway!