My good friends Joe and Kelly got married this past Saturday at the Mission in San Luis Obispo, on the altar in front of a sizable group of friends and family.
I'm stealing the intro from my "Marc and Linda get married post". The picture above was taken by me from the very last pew in the Mission and shows Kelly to the immediate left of the priest, with her sister behind; and Joe to the immediate right of the priest, with his best man in tow, who happened to be our Tony. I know the picture's fuzzy, but the lighting was tough and the distance was plenty.
Joe and Kelly met during the Hudson's era, when much of our group came together, and our dormitory group grew and extended. We even got together to take a group picture of our Hudsonian crew:
Tony started at Hudson's in the kitchen, replacing the other white cook, Jimmy Berlow, who moved out to the floor. When I started at Hudson's, it was in the kitchen so Tony could move out to the floor. Crazy times.
The wedding in the Mission wasn't exactly like the last ceremony we attended in the old Spanish structure. That last ceremony was all in Spanish, as the padre was the Latina bride's childhood minister. The same thing happened this time, as Father Mike was Joe's childhood pastor. Joe's Portuguese and Kelly's Irish, so the Catholicism is strong between them.
We sat way in the back, not because we don't feel close to Joe and Kelly, but because we were late. It was Labor Day weekend, and we planned to leave early and have enough time to check into our little beach house in Cayucos (about twenty minutes north of the Mission up Hwy 1) before turning around and heading to the wedding.
Well, apparently we weren't alone in those plans, as the freeways were packed all the way through Venture, and then mostly packed until past UCSB, which is in the northern area of Santa Barbara. From there I could finally fly, but it was already too late. We had to change clothes in the parking structure and run to the nearby Mission just to be a half-hour late. Here's Corrie strutting:
The ceremony was nice, and the reception afterwards was very cool, as Tony and Ryan and I got to hangout together for the first time since my wedding.
The party was in Cayucos, the aforementioned beach town, at their Veterans Hall. Our little carriage house was within walking distance. That way, nobody would have to drive anywhere. Or go to SLO-town and close the bars...my body can't do that anymore.
It was great fun to see everyone together again, to see Joe and Kelly and be a part of their day, to see Tony and Ryan together...it was a little 2003 reunion.
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