And we’re back.

My sisters wedding was this weekend, and man, what a tremendously fun time it was. A great ceremony (Catholic, but light on the cardio up-and-down), and perhaps the best reception I’ve been at in perhaps ever. It was outside at a campground next to a lake, with live music provided by all the musical guests that they had and a great fire circle. And beer. Glorious, glorious beer.

I saw a lot of family I haven’t seen in almost forever, including my sister Erika’s kids that I hadn’t ever seen before and cousins I haven’t seen in even longer. We all danced and hung out and drank and just had a great time. There were even a couple of performers from the Bindlestiff Family circus eating fire and doing other fire tricks (and more importantly, the woman doing it in a dress that was equally as hot).

Did you say pictures? Why yes, yes you did…

Al, the groom, singing to my sister, Ingrid (aka, the Bride). In the background, my father sits in with the band on drums.

Left to Right: My neice Julia, my sister Britta, my neice Natalie, my neice Rachel, my sister Erika, and my nephew Jonah.

Britta and Al’s brother and best man, Phil.

Scenic veiws of Camp Nyoda, reception central.

My friend Chris, my man-date.

Kids playing at the church.

Left to Right: My dad, my mom, Britta, Britta’s stepdad David, Britta’s mom Ursula, Ingrid, Al, Al’s mother, Al’s father, Erika, Phil.

Dancing, the non-drunken variety.

Ingrid and Al arrived at the camp via rowboat, reenacting the storming of the beach at Normandy (formal wear division).

Britta, David, Ingrid, Al, Ursula, Erika.

Ingrid, Al, Phil and the Goris.

My father, sitting in with the band.

L to R: My cousin Andy, his wife, my cousin Heidi, my aunt Martha, family friend Henry Cook and his wife Gisela.

The ever-popular receiving line.

Group shot outside the church.

This has been a cute little look at my family. Please don’t stalk us.

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