I went to a wedding Saturday. For me, the best part of going to a wedding is attending the reception afterwards. I was intrigued by the location of the reception, the old Revolution Cotton Mill in my city. Since nothing is manufactured in this country anymore, parts of the old mill have been turned into offices and an event center. It's a nice place.
Image #1: The menu was stellar. I had some of everything. I think the wedding families had some money to burn on this one.
Image #2: When at a wedding reception, gulp as much wine as you can. It's OK to get shit-faced drunk as long as you can sit up and act more or less normal. Just sitting at a table, it's not hard to pass off as being coherent. Only the most annoying relative will be counting and know that the glass you are drinking is like your twelfth one.
Image #3: I was intrigued by this lamp near our table. I thought it was sinister/pretty. I couldn't figure out how to steal it, so I just took a picture instead.
Image #4: I also liked this chandelier over our table, though I now see that it has a burnt-out bulb.