Strawbridge is now married. The Halfway House, our name for our matchmaking Home which for years now has had a way of getting its inhabitants married off (c.f. Sheldon, Bulthuis, Nedelisky, Bintz, Borger, Rayburn, etc.) has now worked its matrimonial magic on its very own co-founder. The fellowship has been broken, even while a new one has been formed. We will do our best to continue the tradition of the Halfway House without the aid of our long time associate, Mr. Strawbridge, although fate has given us quite the challenge as our current project (i.e. Manville roommate) is Murray. Tough draw. We think the US had better chances of success in Group E this World Cup.
We are still enroute from Denver back to sunny yankee land, so we will post some pictures from the wedding upon our return. In the meantime, here is this Wedding Weekend in Numbers:
315 - the width in milimeters of the tires on the SUV we rented while in Denver.
109 - songs handpicked by Macey and us (at the request of Stephen and Elena) which were supposed to be the playlist used by the DJ at the wedding reception.
6 - songs that the DJ actually played from our list. This confirmed our distrust and dislike for most wedding DJ's.
8 - members of the mariachi band that played during the wedding ceremony. The music was very festive, and it made for a very unique wedding.
20 - dollars for the ticket that one of the Strawbridge uncles got for parking on the side of the road near the park where we played soccer. There were about 18 of us playing soccer, plus another 15 or so sitting under a tree watching. The suburban was right next to the tree. The officer offered no warning or a chance to relocate the car - he just walked up and wrote the ticket.
3 - times that we made the 45 minute drive to the airport in a span of 8 hours on Saturday night/Sunday morning.
4 - people that it took to eat one order of the apple pancakes at the Original Pancake House.
12 - Slurpies from the 7-11 after two days of playing soccer.
1 - woman who is as energetic, passionate, and quirky as Stephen. He found her. And we celebrated.
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Everyone is getting married lately. Everyone I graduated high school with, everyone I graduated college with, even people I don't know.
It's strange. It'll be even stranger when they all start having kids.
But congratulations to your friend; it sounds like it was a great weekend.
~Abby~
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