I really like weddings. I mean, I’m sure there are people out there who enjoy them far more then I, and for different reasons, but there’s just something about a large group of people getting together to celebrate Love that gets me all warm and squishy inside.

Kinda like the tie pictured above. It was warm and squishy, but that’s because a can of ginger ale exploded inside my duffel bag on the way to Albany, NY. Somehow, the tie managed to absord approximately 90% of the entire can, leaving my bag practically dry. That’s one thing Hugo Boss leaves out of their commericials and advertising. Not only will the tie make you look good, but oh man, it will absorb far more then Bounty or this pansy.

Heather’s cousin got married in a lovely little church, just outside their hometown of Albany, NY. The place was packed, the priest sounded like the dude from The Princess Bride, and the wedding party rolled up in a stretch Hummer limo.

And as you can see in the photos, Heather looked absolutely beautiful. We had a good time, dancing, drinking far too many free Soco & Sevens / Screwdrives from the open bar, and telling her family members stories from tours, school, and my misadventures here in Philadelphia.

However, the most profound feeling I got was at the end of the reception, when it was time to go. Leaving the church and driving off to Heather’s apartment, we caught this gorgeous sunset while listening to Something Corporate and The Weatkerthans. God, I love upstate New York so much. Sunsets and indie rock just seem to go hand in hand.

And I couldn’t help but wonder, when will we get a name card that says “Mr. & Mrs. Smith”.

Here’s hoping its in the near future.

None of that “Mr. & Mrs. Eric Smith” garbage though. She has a name, and it isn’t Eric. Maybe I’m a little bit of a feminist, but whatever. You call my girlfriend Eric, and we are gonna have to fight, card-maker. I’ll punch you. I’ll punch you right in the face.