Cory + Stacey = bliss! - posted at 03:12

I've been getting complaints that I'm not posting pictures where you can actually see, y'know, my face. GEEZ! So pushy! Isn't it enough for you people that I post pictures of my new husband beaming at me and I write self-deprecating things all over the place? I guess not!

So before launching into some of my more themed posts featuring guests or pictures from the rest of the action-packed weekend, I'll post the last good pictures of Cory and I that are in my hot little hands since our official pictures from the photographer haven't arrived yet.

So, here's the scene: Cory and I have just cut the cake, and just as he thought that he was going to actually have a nice, stoic wife who would never ever do anything like smash a piece of cake into his face, he got a schnozz full of icing. He must have decided pretty quickly that a nice, stoic wife wasn't the woman for him and he forgave me on the spot, and kissed me back right after I had kissed all that errant icing off his nose.

All is forgiven for the frosting schnozz. Have I just been rewarded for my bad behavior? SWEET! (click for larger).

Right after the cake-cutting pomp there came, of course, the drinking of the champagne with the arms interlocked that is only really possible if you are, in fact, Gumby. Neither Cory nor I are interminably flexible, nor are we green with trapezoidal heads, but we are pretty talented so we managed to pull it off. Then we smiled for the camera!

Cory and I ham it up for the camera in lieu of a victory lap (click for larger).

After the cake and champagne there was more dancing, of course! It was a very small reception (less than forty people) but my Aunt Linda and Uncle Brooks and each of Cory's four aunts were all worth about ten people apiece in spiritedness and knowing how to have a kickass time. Cory and I managed to squeeze in a couple of the romantic gaze-lovingly-into-each-others'-eyes dances, and every time I see the way we were looking at each other on our wedding day I just melt. I mean, look, there's a Stacey puddle on the floor right now.

If you aren't saying awwwww there's probably something wrong with you! (click for larger)

Well, with relatives like ours the whole night couldn't consist entirely of such beautiful sappy moments (as nice as they are and and much as I treasure them). I mean, is this a celebration or what? It's time to get funky! Granted, Cory and I are both really really white and neither of us had consumed the five-drink minimum for either a) our dancing to get good or b) us to just not care any more, but hey, you only get married once and you have to celebrate, dammit!

Cory and I cut a (rhythmically challenged) rug (click for larger)

And yes, Play that Funky Music White Boy was played at the reception. Classy, eh?

Kelsey commented:

Oh, I am so happy for you! I am so sad that we didn't get to come to the wedding. You are so beautiful and I love love your blog. You are such a talented writer... I'm so proud of you Stacey.

Jitterbean Girl commented:

We missed you, Dan and Levi at the wedding, and I'm bummed that I'm not going to be able to come to Seattle when you'll be there! Maybe next year we can have a reunion somewhere. In the meantime though, I'm really glad we've found each other's blogs! It will definitely help with the staying in touch.