Love Feast

Yesterday we had a love feast. It was about as fun as it looked (pictures on Facebook).

We started getting ready for it at 3. The guys weren't around, so I helped the girls in the kitchen. My job: peeling potatoes. Discussion topics: the meaning of celebration. How do you celebrate? What is a celebration? What traditions should a newly married couple develop?

After finishing that, I went out to check on the guys. My job: standing next to the fire. Discussion topics: None. (We were too busy throwing snowballs at Isti's snow dog.)

I think I've just become an expert on the difference between girls and guys.

That's when I left to grab my camera so that I could take lots of pictures.

At around 5:30 we got dressed for the evening. The recommended attire: semi-formal. My attire: formal. I showed up with a dress shirt and a tie. I got some "woo woo's" from the girls, and some "OMG, you're making me look bad!" from the guys.

We ate, and everything was good. There was enough meat to feed a crowd twice our size, so naturally everyone's response was to overstuff themselves. The party turned into a dance party. It was a fun night.