Chuck and Dana tie the knot

On a cloudless, picture-perfect day in July, a small group of family and friends gathered together at Harkness State Park on the Connecticut coastline to celebrate the union of Charles McNamee and Dana Crosby.


It was kind of awesome. An opportunity to see all my good buddies in one place, friends I hadn't seen in years. I guess that's the point of a wedding, really. To bring people together. A cheesy thing to say? Obvious? I dunno. By now, I've been to a bunch of weddings and this one had that nice balance of moods, sort of like casual formality.


I, as an usher, did my part. Flew home, bought my suit, and delivered my package. One bride's maid. Yay!


Later on, the band started up, the bar opened and the real party began.


Our sacrificial lamb, meticulously adorned with fresh flowers and ready to be cut into pieces to appease the sun god, the god of miniature sailboats and of course, Shiva. You always gotta look after Shiva.


The party lasted until the wee hours. Oh Bridie and Mearns, you kids are so crazy.


One hell of a weekend.