One of the most awesome things about Jesse and me is that neither of us take a long time to get ready. I take more time than he does, because I clean (and moisturize) as I go. Neither of us have complex hair, wear make up, or sport accessories. It occurs to me we must be aesthetically boring to the casual observer. But when it comes to getting ready to go out, nobody does it better. We took our time getting ready for the wedding. I even chose to sport a few bracelets. Still we were ready with more than a half hour to spare.

Jesse in his suit.
We got it at a really good price at H&M.
It's not tailored or anything, but I like the way it looked.
We got it at a really good price at H&M.
It's not tailored or anything, but I like the way it looked.
Me in my dress. This is a rarity, although I did wear one for my birthday. I now own two dresses. This picture is from the courtyard at the W French Quarter.
The venue was three blocks away at Latrobe's, and yet we still managed to not find it on our first try. We weren't far off course and got to see more historic buildings along the extra block we took. Being as dressed as we were, we surely looked to be the historical types. Latrobe's was brilliant. I'd say it was built to host weddings. It had a good mix of strength (exposed building materials) and warmth (soft
colors). The staff was mostly attentive and the food was delicious.
Jesse & I at the wedding.
The reception was nothing short of grand. Jesse and I were seated with people we knew, so there were no awkward seating moments. We had plenty of wine, and were seated nearest to the bar in the event we needed more. And we had Jesse -- who it turns out we needed to keep us all safe. Julie and I were having a lovely conversation about something or other when Jesse (seated on my other side) jumped to his feet. I looked at him and saw he was looking at the bread basket placed in front of me. It was on fire. Turns out the waiter moved one candle away from the basket, but not the other. Julie and I never noticed and the napkin caught fire. Jesse put out, the offending basket was removed, and our next batch had a smoky flavor.
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