Daughter and (new) son got married yesterday. Snow held off until after the ceremony at the tiny church we used, and the trip to the reception hall about 10 minutes away was uneventful. Reception started at 4:30-ish, and all the important things one does during such events got done. As the family photographer, I DID NOT TAKE A SINGLE PHOTO. I did, however, talk with everyone there, and danced with every woman at least once, and probably a few of the guys as well (memory's kinda hazy there). It was talk, dance, eat, dance, drink, dance, speechify, dance, eat, dance, drink, dance...
The photographic duties were amply covered by two photographers who had at least four cameras between them, a ton of lighting gear, and incredible stamina. Plus pretty much everyone had smartphone or P&S or mirrorless or whatever, so no shortage of image-making. Major revelation of the evening? I really, really love the new in-laws - interesting, funny, generous, hard-working, and just really nice people.
The negative is that there are now about thirty boxes of stuff in our dining room that we carted out of the reception area that have to be sorted and either put away or thrown out, or recycled. We'll start on that after lunch, which we should get going shortly. And I get to catch up with a little TPF browsing.