So I've told you about the cake I made for my friends' wedding. Well, here's how the wedding went down...for Señor and I anyway...
ONCE UPON A TIME in a Canadian town, there was a beautiful bride in a pretty white gown. She held her groom's hands, as they said I do, in front of friends and family and co-workers too.
ONCE UPON A TIME in a Canadian town, there was a beautiful bride in a pretty white gown. She held her groom's hands, as they said I do, in front of friends and family and co-workers too.
| As they were leaving to take pictures arm in arm, what disaster would strike but the fire alarm! |  |
 | While the humid weather was making my hair look like a mop, the wedding party turned the mishap into a photo op. |
They let us back in so we could get some booze, Señor in his math tie, and me in my new red shoes.
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| We took our places as the real fun began, had dinner, heard speeches and watched the first dance.  |  |
| Although lovely tea cups were our party favours, t'was the wine, not the tea, that we chose to savour. |  |
 | As a result of that smooth Chardonnay, on the dance floor we were rockin' away. There was spillage, self-portraits and lots of laughter, and complete disregard for how we would feel the morning after. |
When the groom had the time to make his round to us, he showed off his new moustache and his awesome, embroidered tux.
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At the end of the night, we went home plastered, and allowed these two to live HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
THE END.
