So, last Saturday, I was invited along to a wedding held at the Jericho Mountain Orchards in between New Hope and Doylestown. The bride and groom are both in the wine business, and naturally, they served some really stellar wine.
Not that I'd really know the difference, but I at least could tell it was better than the stuff I usually buy.
They had a tasting bar set up, and I got to sample some wines I most likely won't ever try again. And sample I did.
Enough so that I actually found myself on the dance floor toward the end of the evening. Not that I danced all that much, but my feet were physically located on the dance floor. That has to count for something.
And after the reception, there was an after party...
It was a long evening, but a great one, no doubt.
Weddings must be nightmares to plan, though. That's why I always said I want to go to Vegas and get married by an Elvis impersonator. The only planning one really needs to do is buy a plane ticket and find a chapel, and I've been known to actually be able to do that amount of planning.
Granted, it does alienate family and friends, doesn't it? Damn...no Elvis or Vegas.
On an unrelated topic:
Lost...get on with it already. The show is getting borderline annoying, frankly.
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