Scott and Sierra’s wedding was a lovely occasion that managed to capture their no nonsense personalities as well as the beauty of their romance. The event was held Friday morning at Chautauqua in Boulder. The bride and groom arrived looking gorgeous, and proceeded to share their happiness with their attendants, friends, and family.

The flower girls were patient as they waited to toss petals onto the grass.

Flower girls prepare for their entrance

The day was hot, but the couple more than made up for the heat by keeping their ceremony brief yet lovely, and by following it up with a bacon reception.

Yes… piles and piles of bacon were heaped upon the guests as they trooped indoors to the air conditioned reception area. Okay, it wasn’t heaped upon us, but there was a vat of crispy bacon on the reception table, along with fruit, biscuits and organic jam, and breakfast burritos. It was a fantastic breakfast feast!

After the bacon there were 8 organic cakes from Whole Foods to choose from, and champagne to sip in honor of the lovely couple. (No toasts beyond two words were allowed, so Lee, Devon, and I stood and said “To the… Bride and… Groom” and then drank away!)

I lugged out the camera and got some good shots of guests at the reception, of the cakes (okay, I had to photograph the cakes) and of Otter as he ran around the tables and peeked out from behind the chairs. I managed to miss the cake cutting, the (non)toast, and the ceremony (I was in it though, so forgive me that one). I did get some before and after shots!!

There were shots of each cake, but really, all I will do is make you hungry so I will limit myself to the prettiest cake close up:

Mmmm…. cake. Otter hid from me and played camera tag for a while:

Here he is hiding behind a chair:

It was a fantastic wedding, followed up by an evening at the Rio drinking tequila and talking about love. Congratulations Scott and Sierra! Thank you for letting us be a part of your magical day!!

It’s true. Everything changes while you are gone, and if it doesn’t, you do.

In my case it’s a little bit of both. I have changed a lot in the two years since I have lived in Colorado, and Colorado has changed too. The Village Inns where I spent my youth are closed, and the dark, dank one we never entered has been remodeled in a mod-70’s style that jars with the mediocre eating experience I associate with VI. Half the bars I drank at have been replaced with Health food restaurants, and there are new buildings poking up all over the skyline.

It’s almost like moving to a whole new place, but bringing most of your friends and family with you.

Of course, they have all changed too, so it’s almost as if my friends were abducted by aliens or taken over by pod creatures. They look like my friends, they sound like my friends, but like me, they have changed. I think I will have to feel things out a bit, before this home starts to feel fully homey.

In the meantime, I inexplicably miss New Jersey. After founding the “we hate Jersey” club, here I am missing the accents, the food, the trees, the produce, the shore, the people, the townships and boro’s.

Am I just unhappy wherever or does NJ get under your skin a little? Hopefully the latter.

I am still unpacking boxes and trying to get settled in, but things are getting better. We have a table to eat at now, a couch to sit on, and a t.v. to watch. We have dishes to eat off of, a coffee maker, and several bottles of wine. Life is getting livable.

I keep promising myself I will get back to writing.

“Tomorrow I will set up my desk and sit and write some amazing post about Otter and Monkey’s newest game, or about settling into Colorado, or about missing New Jersey”

However, each day the sun rises upon a field of boxes. Small, big, light and heavy, these clamouring cardboard cubes claim my attention before I can sit down and write. Therefore it will be a few more days before the stories come forth.

So, thank you for your patience.