As so many slightly-disapproving-because-marriages-should-take-place-in-churches-dammit relatives and guests were too happy to tell us, having a wedding outside is always risky. We reconvened via cell phone every hour or so in the morning until we couldn't wait any longer to alert the various venues and start stringing up the wreaths, at which point JV called the local meteorologist, who promised vaguely clear skies for at least half an hour after the ceremony started, which was good enough for us.
It was seriously 90 in the shade at 3:30pm, and we were most definitely not in the shade. Luckily, most of us weren't wearing multiple layers of polyester.
Afterward, we rode sprawled in front of air conditioning vents to the air conditioned reception. As I told Steve, being hot and sweaty isn't that bad unless you're trying to look good, in which case it's awful.
I know, other people's wedding pictures aren't are exciting as yours, or at least ones you've been to. But how many it-all-started-with-a-fateful-Facebook-poke weddings have YOU attended? That's what I thought.
This is the second purposefully partially pirate-themed wedding I've been to (Shannon and Rob didn't really mean to have a pirate theme, but those little silver rings are so perfect for attaching to ears. And noses. And lips.)
And finally, it wouldn't be an Iowa City wedding without crunk juice in a gas can (sadly, Lil Jon's beverage can't be found everywhere and so generally ten Red Bulls to one bottle of Jagermeister suffices).
This is totally one of those pictures that gets passed around the internet in a "redneck wedding" theme, isn't it? Sorry guys.
