Sunday, June 22, 2008

Woody Wedding Extravaganza


Sudol, Nicole, Weir & I at the River Walk on Friday night.

The Bobcats rolled into San Antonio on Friday for the Woody wedding extravaganza.  While it lacked the scandals of the wedding we do not discuss three years ago (Happy Anniversary Pacinis!), it was a weekend that would make Doc K and the rest of the OU crew proud.  We developed an unhealthy obsession with Pappasitos, endured a horrific cab ride on the way to see Woody, roamed the river walk and put in some quality time at the pool all before the Woody wedding extravaganza.  

The San Antonio highways foiled us again and we ended up late to Woody's wedding, forcing us to watch the bridal party walk down the aisle from the big window at the back of the church, before heading in to lots of laughter once we spotted the craziest photographer (see photo below, complete with head band, knee bad and wrist brace).  The reception was a blast, as we tore it up on the dance floor and had a few outdoor photo sessions.  

Nicole Lee will be getting married in the next 364 days, as she caught the bouquet and would not let it go all night.  Nicole was the Justin Timberlake to my Janet Jackson, resulting in a bit of a wardrobe malfunction on the dance floor. 

Favre and I made friends with the DJ, shortly before booing him for a poor song selection that cleared the dance floor.  We are still a little disappointed that he didn't have Murder on the Dance Floor (or even know what it was), so here it is. 

It was another fantastic Bobcat reunion and hooray for Woody for locking it in for life.  

Sophie Ellis Bextor - Murder on the Dance Floor | zS


Yeah, this is what our Friday night looked like.  


It took someone a very long time to take this photo.  I'd given up and so had Kupper. 


This is Evan.  He'll be graduating from high school next year.  

Our TV show debuts this fall.  You should see the other 37 photos on the rock. 

Nicole Lee was super excited about that bouquet. 

I love a good seer sucker and Weir loves a photographer in a head band. 

Be the tiger, Sudol.

Wardrobe malfunctions could not tear us away from the dance floor.  

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