The day before the wedding all the pertinent people headed to the movie theater (that's right, movie theater) to run a rehearsal. For those of you out of the loop, we decided to get married in a 19th century theater that was converted to a movie house. Why? Well, we had gone on many dates there when we were young and it's a special place for us. Also, getting married in a movie theater allowed us to show a movie documenting the course of our now 11-year romance. So there. This wedding was to be a bit of a technical nightmare. Being cheap and thinking myself somewhat mechanically inclined I decided to rig up the most bootleg A/V system in the history of the world to play the movie and broadcast the vows. It worked out, but it was stressful. I was a little nervous about whether or not it would actually work, but don't tell Sarah that.
And so the afternoon of the rehearsal found myself and Brendo Frendo furiously connecting guitar amps, mixing boards, DVD players and projectors in an attempt to make this beast run. You'd think that since getting married is stressful enough, you might want to hire someone to do this for you. You'd be right.Thankfully everything came together and the rehearsal was a smashing success. Ladybetrothed Sarah looked radiant in a beautiful dress and I looked pretty damn hip in seersucker pants and a linen shirt. We clean up good.After the rehearsal we hit the rehearsal dinner, where many people got drunk and I got a little case of the poops. Par for the course.
P.S. Alena, pictures are on their way. We'll do a little picture show some day this week.
