Practice makes perfect; or so they say. After the bachelor party festivities, we commenced to rehearsing. Erica made me wear a shirt and tie so I could be presentable. (Just kidding. Love you honey.)
Everyone arrived on time, and we were set to go. We began by signing the marriage license a day early (please don't tell anyone). Pictured with us is Father Charlie, the man who helped make our marriage so. We couldn't imagine working with anyone else who was so kind and easy-going. He made us so feel comfortable throughout the whole experience.
This is the illustrious best man and maid of honor. They were signing the license here so we had official witnesses. (Side note: In Vegas, for an extra $200, your witnesses can be Sonny and Cher, Bonnie and Clyde, or Johnny and June Cash.)
One hour later, we were done with rehearsal, and ready to chow down on some pizza, salad, and cake.
Here we are all getting ready to eat so pizza and salad. Everyone looks so happy! (Notice only one person is paying attention in the photo.)
This would prove to be good practice for the following day:
And finally, this man. The rehearsal dinner took place in the town bowling alley. We stumbled across a very important person in the town, who apparently was a really good bowler. From birth, this man was destined to be a bowler, I'm sure.
I think I dragged everyone at the dinner to see this picture. I couldn't get enough of this guy. So happy he is. At this point, we were only one day away from being as happy as Mr. Ball.....
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