Needless to say, we ate A LOT over the course of the weekend, and I don't think we did enough dancing at the reception to work it all off. Oh - and I have decided to hire my friend Carin as a professional wedding crasher for every wedding I go to. Somehow a wedding is just not the same without that crazy girl on the dance floor!
We were scoping out a new "summer home". This one will do, I suppose.
The Norman family poses on a cliff by the ocean.
Maria (John's sister) and I at the cocktail hour of the wedding reception. Yeah, this city sucks... ;-)
The bride and groom (Mike, who is John's cousin) cut the cake.
Pretty easy to dress this boy up and take him out. He cleans up alright.
This must have been AFTER we went outside and I stole John's jacket. John: What do you mean, you're cold? It's 75 degrees out here! Super sexy farmer's tan on my arms, eh?
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Your dream house in RI looks like the Best Western Moor HAll I stay at in England...I will send you a pic when you get back...
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