Update:
This is turning into a real wedding, quite accidentally.
We will officially get hitched by a JoP (one of Teresa's mother's friends is a judge in Atlanta) on the croquet lawn of her parents' home.
My mother has decided to help with what have become preparations for what was supposed to be an elopement (and now obviously will not be). Much to my chagrin, Dear Old Mom has invited family. The family will descend on Teresa's parents' home in onesies and twosies, and Teresa's friends and family will doubtless do the same.
Think National Lampoon's Vacation; "Hey Clark -- Sh*tter's full!"
We, Teresa and I, have been told it would be okay for us to invite a couple friends to stay at her folks' home, and it's already looking like the families and childhood friends will total about 25 people.
Our "little wedding" has turned into an event.
We have decided to invite Gordon and Kathy, who offered their beautiful home for an alternate setting, to attend. If they can make it, they'll be the unofficial SoC reps to the scene of the crime, so there ought to be some pictures here for general consumption shortly afterward. We'll ask him to wear a suit -- and thereby cover his knees.
There are dozens of you guys we'd love to invite -- especially Leon, who lives practically right there, or Lane, right down the street-ish -- and instead, we'll offer a giant "East Coast Plan B" when I get back from Africa next fall. We'll work out details on that later, but for now, we're trying to be as nice as possible to her mom (and I really don't want to start World War III with mine) by keeping OUR invitees to a minimum.
I also wanted to take up a little space and thank everybody here for being so cool and supportive. Y'all are the BEST. We're absolutely gonna do something Speedster related with a Hawaiian-shirt theme next year.
Vince, wipe your remaining eye, man. It's leaking. ;)
