Here the newly married couple digs into some cake. It looks like they are going to have to eat a lot of it.
Grif and Lauren entered into a period of detent for the duration of the festivities. Here they are posing as if each of them weren't plotting the demise of the other.
This marks the first time that the Old Curmudgeon has danced with his daughter at a wedding. Fortunately, the DJ started the evening off with a selection of oldies that the Old Curmudgeon could relate to. Even so, you can tell by looking at him that it is already way past his bed time. He wonders why the new year doesn't begin at a more sensible hour, say, 10:00 p.m..
Looking like they're on American Bandstand, Bobbie & Grif appear to know how to cut a rug.
Now that we are all back home again, we have formed a band and are practicing hard:
We all hope that you all have a save, peaceful and prosperous 2010!
4 comments:
Wasn't Sir Paul, left handed?
There seems to be some gray in your beard. Perhaps it is just an illusion created by the flash.
My dear Ron:
As a matter of fact (in tribute to Dave R.), I Do BELIEVE Sir Paul not only was, but continues to be left handed. There is something wrong with that picture which I will fix as soon as I learn how to work PhotoShop.
Gray in my beard? Have you had your glasses adjusted recently? Perhaps you should go back to the National Health specs. How many fingers am I holding up?
Appears to be one.
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