On this day in history, in the year 1999 Heather Ann Morgan said the words “I do” to one Christopher Jason Davis, making him quite possibly the luckiest and happiest man on the face of the planet.
It seems like a couple of weeks and not 4 years that I have been married to you. You have been my best friend and confidant these years, and I can not say enough how much I love and cherish you. I look forward to many more years to learn new ways to love you, and to discover again and again how truly blessed I am to have you as my wife.
Happy Anniversary Heather.
Stroll on over and visit Bill T. Cat
March 1, 2007
It seems like just 4 years ago that a bearded man was playing the piano nervously, as 3 other groomsmen tried to figure out the right way to put on cuff links. All the while the pianist was remembering back to the previous day. Running down a lost groomsman as he drove away from the tuxedo shop (that he found using his own cunning) The mass consumption by groomsman of alcohol which led to one of them running down a hall naked and getting locked out, only to be fooled by an empty elevator opening on his floor. Then the next morning breakfast in bed from the wayward groomsman followed by trying to find a toy store to buy some light sabers for omage to a now washed up producer.
30 minutes later I was standing in a hot monkey suit trying to remember to keep my legs bent (so I didin’t pass out)) when I saw a beautiful maiden walk down the aisle to take the twitching hand of the groom.
The rest of the evening was kind of a blur, but there were 2 pushy photographers, one rude limo driver, a DJ that tried to get the party started when no one wanted to dance and some darn good wedding soup. Oh yes and one of the bridesmaids tried to hook up with one of the groomsmen, and one of the groomsmen tried to dance his way around one of the bridesmaids. Ultimately the highlight of the evening was as everyone was leaving the DJ played Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb.
Stroll on over and visit Chris J. Davis
March 1, 2007
Thanks for the walk down memory lane Bill .
Stroll on over and visit Mr. Hibbity Gibbity
March 1, 2007
As I recall, said groomsman was a damn fine dancer and had the fortune of dancing with another ‘damn fine dancer’ … although whether or not their ‘dancing’ could be considered appropriate for the occasion will be a matter of debate for many a year to come.
I seem to remember way too many pictures, an extremely rude limo driver who made the ultimatum, “I’m leaving in the next 5 minutes, with or without the wedding party”, and the delight of telling someone that they were the devil during the previous evening’s ‘Bachelor Party’.
:) Memories indeed.