HB MoH

Permit that I be among the first to wish a happy birthday to the MoH. This is one of the more innocuous photos I could find of the MoH in mid-celebration.

Melissa suggested I call you instead of posting, but I know you are busy with your studies.

Two months out

In compliance with The New Honeymoon Rule, I have submitted to Melissa a packing list of sorts. In addition, over the coming days, I will release documents certifying compliance with the original 14 honeymoon rules.

Elegantly Casual

While I understand that honeymoon plans already exist, I am suggesting that whatever those may be, they should be dropped immediately in favor of a trip to the Princess Royale. Before clicking the following link, I encourage you to turn up the volume on your computer. What really makes the experience on their webpage is the informative and beautiful theme song that begins playing when you load the page. Now, journey to the Princess Royale..
http://www.princessroyale.com/

TOP SECRET

Ok, so I know the wedding gown fitting is top secret, but some things you just have to share. Now imagine the dress as you will, but here is one hint. Above is a photo from the ACTUAL fitting. No, I am serious. This photograph of a beautiful bride was framed and matted in the fitting room. Perhaps it is there to inspire other brides to be or maybe it just serves as an example of a clever way to disguise orthodontic head gear on your special day. Also, I've heard that if the honeymoon is near a large body of water, then the sleeves on this little number can serve as swimming floaties for those less-than-perfect swimmers.

After secretly photographing tacky dresses at the Bridal Mart and then this photograph from the fitting, I feel my privileges as pre-wedding photographer will soon be revoked by the MoB. Therefore, I must share these treasured moments now. I tried to locate a similar headpiece in hopes that the bridesmaids may wear them too, but so far my search is unsuccessful.

April Showers

It is my understanding that some sort of "bridal shower" occurred this past weekend in the DC area. Not being familiar with the goings on of such an event, Mark and I solicited the guidance of a frequent "showerer" - who was plied with Italian store food in exchange for her revealing secrets of the sisterhood - to get us up to speed on what tawdy things go on at these affairs. Once our stomachs were properly steeled, we consulted an anonymous attendee to get the skinny on the deCastrique soiree. There was mention of gifting, eating, and merriment, but I understand that the time honored humiliation of the toilet paper wedding dress was avoided. I regret that for all time, there will exist no picture of Melissa and her mother similar to the one to the right. (oh, and the MOH should jot down that Scott's gift was a "post on the Nuplog of a vaguely amusing nature", as I understand that she may need to be reminded of that duty)

Readers await a firsthand account...