There was little dancing to be had (at our request; Art and I don't dance well) but I did sneak in a dance with my dad.
My mother and father show us how it's done.
Ah, but this photo explains WHY Art and I don't dance. Some folks starting clinging their glasses so we'd kiss, and Art decided to "dip" me. Instead, we fell down on the floor. Yup -- a couple of clutzes. No harm done -- I jumped up with my arms in an Olympic Victory pose.
My bouquet (courtesy of Lisa) sits at our sweetheart table while we mingle.
Friends from childhood and college collide. I don't know what's up with my funky expression there.
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