And a pair of shoes for Poppette. But she refused to come with me. What kind of daughter refuses to go shoe-shopping with her mother? I mean, Jebus, I was even paying. But I showed little Miss I'd-rather-listen-to-my-iPod. I didn't buy her these:
Instead I bought her these:
See the cute lining?
They're Gucci knock-offs by Sam and Libby.
I had to buy this kind of thing, too:
And come home and hide it all. Then it was time to get dressed up and go to dinner.
First course, beet carpaccio:
Second course, short ribs of beef on truffled polenta:
Then The Barber of Seville:
and more Barber:
then home to make sure the Easter Bunny showed up. He did:
Sunday morning was church. We had three services--luckily I only needed to be there for the second and third. After the 9:00 I peeked into the sanctuary to see whether I could find my family. It was already filling up by 10:30.
The bishop officiated at the 11:00 service. First we gathered in the plaza outside the cathedral:
Then we processed into the cathedral.
It was character building.
I sneaked my camera into the sanctuary. Now mind you, I didn't allow photographs at my own wedding. Because I think there is no place for cameras in a church service. But then I snapped this just as the recession started. Why?
Because I am an ASSHOLE. An inconsistent one.
After the service was over we admired the flowers
We were very aware of how pretty