Amy and Rich Get Hitched

I returned home from Egypt to discover that my dear friend Amy had morphed into Martha Stewart (minus the felony conviction). Fortunately, I am fairly handy with a glue gun, so I went straight to work. We spent the pre-wedding days finishing up decorations for the ceremony site and for ourselves... Amy got her first ever pedicure (this is monumental, really!).

On Thursday, we bid farewell to Amy's single status with a tasteless bachelorette party. Friday was chock full of last minute details and a very nice rehearsal dinner... interrupted by some very nice firemen. No joke. Some kind of sprinkler malfunction caused serious flooding in the hotel and forced us to evacuate between the salad and main course. Pic above of Amy, Rich, and fire truck.

Friday started not-so-bright, but very early with 9am hair appointments. Up-done and caffeinated, we headed for the Hendry House. The clouds gave way to a blue sky and the perfect day for an outdoor wedding. The bride was beautiful, the groom handsome, and the ceremony was wonderful... and they threw a damn good party. Pic at left of Mom and me. And more pictures here.

It is still amazing to me to think of little Amy off and married. This is probably because I imagine us as perpetually 16 years old... dressed in grungy clothes and doing relatively illicit things. While that was just a phase, our friendship is not... and, Ames, I'm so happy to have you as a friend. I wish you all the happiness in the world.