We got up surprisingly early on Sunday, and returned to Cedar Street for brunch, with Greg in his "Game Over" t-shirt. The catered brunch had waffles and omelets to order, plus a whole table of gooey baked goods. We supplied the crossword puzzles from our birthdays (Jake noted in his blog, "Crossword puzzles in 1973 were kind of hard!"), and were delighted to see Dave Tuller actually have to erase for once. (I missed the photo op, but he graciously staged another erasure for me.)
Thanks to modern technology, we enjoyed Martin West's videos from the wedding, as well as Cathy's photos, some of which she'd already gotten framed! I mean, yeah, I do that to people all the time, but it's neat to have someone do that for me!
As I'd promised my dad, after brunch I went mini golfing in the gown. When we arrived at Pirate's Cove, the cashier asked if we'd just gotten married. Greg said, "Why do you ask?" as Craig replied, "Nah, she just really needs to do laundry." Being on the front course meant we got attention from folks driving by as well as our fellow players, although it wasn't until the foursome behind us had to fish my veil out of a water hazard that anyone actually questioned what was going on. Meanwhile, Amy, Greg H, and David played the back course, for maximum photo coverage.
After the game, Greg needed a snack, so we stopped in the shop next door for ice cream. The son from the group behind us followed us in to ask who'd won, and that was the first time I ever said "My husband." Jake disappeared into the pirate-themed shop and reappeared with a wedding present: Pirate Word-Doku.
Returning to the house (and changing back into more reasonable attire), we hung out with the sibs and watched a terrible movie as the kayaking group returned. Then, cake!
We elected to take some "alone time" that evening, which had been strongly suggested by Al Bishop (actually, he strongly suggested taking the whole day), and eschewed leftovers in favor of dinner out. Of course we ended up eating at the restaurant where all the Simpson kids have worked, but we knew they wouldn't be there.
When we got back, it was time to open gifts. It didn't take too terribly long, because we'd asked for charitable contributions instead, but that meant many people gave us gifts AND charitable contributions. A lot of the gifts were handmade, too, including stained glass from David, cross stitch from Nat, and a hand-woven chess board from KC.
While we were unwrapping, Cathy popped in with a gift she'd just picked up in town. It was a figurine called "Hero," which happened to be by the same artist as the nativity set the Hermanns and Newmans had given us, and was a simple statue of a girl holding a folded flag. She'd seen it in the store and immediately started crying, then pointed it out to Jenny who immediately started crying, and gave it to me...who immediately started crying. It was just over a week earlier that I had been the girl holding a folded flag, after all.
Then, cake!
Thanks to modern technology, we enjoyed Martin West's videos from the wedding, as well as Cathy's photos, some of which she'd already gotten framed! I mean, yeah, I do that to people all the time, but it's neat to have someone do that for me!
As I'd promised my dad, after brunch I went mini golfing in the gown. When we arrived at Pirate's Cove, the cashier asked if we'd just gotten married. Greg said, "Why do you ask?" as Craig replied, "Nah, she just really needs to do laundry." Being on the front course meant we got attention from folks driving by as well as our fellow players, although it wasn't until the foursome behind us had to fish my veil out of a water hazard that anyone actually questioned what was going on. Meanwhile, Amy, Greg H, and David played the back course, for maximum photo coverage.
After the game, Greg needed a snack, so we stopped in the shop next door for ice cream. The son from the group behind us followed us in to ask who'd won, and that was the first time I ever said "My husband." Jake disappeared into the pirate-themed shop and reappeared with a wedding present: Pirate Word-Doku.
Returning to the house (and changing back into more reasonable attire), we hung out with the sibs and watched a terrible movie as the kayaking group returned. Then, cake!
We elected to take some "alone time" that evening, which had been strongly suggested by Al Bishop (actually, he strongly suggested taking the whole day), and eschewed leftovers in favor of dinner out. Of course we ended up eating at the restaurant where all the Simpson kids have worked, but we knew they wouldn't be there.
When we got back, it was time to open gifts. It didn't take too terribly long, because we'd asked for charitable contributions instead, but that meant many people gave us gifts AND charitable contributions. A lot of the gifts were handmade, too, including stained glass from David, cross stitch from Nat, and a hand-woven chess board from KC.
While we were unwrapping, Cathy popped in with a gift she'd just picked up in town. It was a figurine called "Hero," which happened to be by the same artist as the nativity set the Hermanns and Newmans had given us, and was a simple statue of a girl holding a folded flag. She'd seen it in the store and immediately started crying, then pointed it out to Jenny who immediately started crying, and gave it to me...who immediately started crying. It was just over a week earlier that I had been the girl holding a folded flag, after all.
Then, cake!
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