July 5, 2008 sent many women around the world into mourning. My baby brother, known internationally as Dutch, tied the knot with his lovely Maggie. The weather semi-cooperated (as well as Jersey in July weather can). It was an ass kicking, barbecue smoking, three wheeler riding, skateboarding, dancing, eating, drinking, fireworking good time. A seriously good time. It was a fabulous celebration of two people in love, with a whole mess of the people they love.
As I'm posting these pictures, I'm realizing two things. First, besides the second picture here, I never took a picture of the bride and groom together, or of me with my brother. I'm a big dummy, but I try hard.
Secondly brings up a weird issue of privacy and this dumb little thing I do here intermittently, that approximately two people besides myself read. I don't often post pictures of people here, because at least one person in my life has made their discomfort with unauthorized image usage known. I'll put it out there that I will of course take down anything that makes you uncomfortable, but you have got to let me know. I am quite dense at times, and frequently need things spelled out for me.