the morning after

We go to bed at 3, totally stuffed from food, drink, and dancing.  Impossible to believe but we return to The Pierre for another big feast this morning. 

It feels good to wear a normal-level of makeup, and to comb through my still stiff hair.  It also feels good to see everyone again, and to reflect and reminisce the night before.

Before leaving, my mom wants a picture with her girls.

I  get the sleep-deprived boys to comply.

The happy couple look as if they got all the sleep they needed.

As does Valerie and two of her closest friends, Carolyn and Wendy.

Sandy (in black with no glasses), one of the guests, took photos last night and we gather around to watch his slide show.

There were many photographers at the wedding, but those pictures won’t be ready for a while.  Sandy thoughtfully buys some DVD’s so he can make copies for the family.  Unfortunately, the disc drive in the computer he’s using won’t accept his discs.

Not without some resistance, Alexander agrees to go back to our apartment and get my computer, then return with it.  Fortunately it works, both his going and coming and the disc drive.  I am the last one to leave, and am so grateful to Sandy that I get some photos to go with my words.

I love that Amanda and Jason have thought to share some of their favorite foods with us.  Last night it was Nobu and today it’s a parting gift of cookies from Levain Bakery. 

So this is it.  Jason and Amanda are married and will soon be on their way to Africa.  The wedding is over.  The memories have just begun.