Commitment to weddings

Mr. Mario Fontana and Ms. Brooke Aldrich exchanged vows and last names (well, except Mario, who stubbornly kept his own) in what was a beautiful ceremony of matrimony and commitment this weekend. Or so I heard. See, I wasn't actually at their wedding. My reasons were threefold, as I explained to many a perturbed wedding fan:

1. I'm here for the free booze only, who are Mario and Brooke?
2. I got an image to maintain... so I do what I do.
3. Jews can't go inside churches, especially Catholic churches. When I tried, it burned.

The truth of the matter was i had the wrong address and got crazy lost, traveling all 4 cardinal directions in my quest to arrive only moderately tardy. That's what happens when the directions tell you to make a left at the intersection, followed by a right on to the street YOU WERE JUST ON! The good news, of course, was my early arrival to the wedding reception, which featured lasted for thirteen hours. Or, at least pouring alcohol down my throat did. I wasn't the only one to miss the ceremony; a friend also missed it, as he was changing into his fancy clothes. Either the vows weren't that long, or he has problems putting on his pants in pressure situations.

Luckily, I have many terrific photos of the wedding reception to preserve it in my memory. You can see all 3 below.





Mario seemed to have the opposite camera problem as I. He decided that when he wasn't getting somehow paler in Hawaii on his honeymoon, he'd read Harry Potter and post all his photos from that day on Facebook. That's some dedication man.