A wedding - part one

I recently attended a family wedding in Eugene. The entire event was well planned then well executed. And a whole lotta fun!
We’d received “save the date” cards months back so Tyler promptly made reservations and scored a great deal, (My daughter is a typically frugal Thompson). We met up at the hotel room, I was staying with her - a new situation sponging off my kid. I like it!
Determined not to be late we were the first ones seated. Well, I was determined not be late. Tyler thought I was going overboard. My brother and his family slipped in next to us at the last minute. We’d been watching for them and were happy to have them show as they’re always fun, often entertainment in their own right.
A collective jaw-drop when the mother of the bride, my cousin Cathy, was escorted down the aisle. She was absolutely stunning, wearing a lovely dress, her hair upswept. She’s been kick-boxing and it’s certainly paid off. Jees, I hope I look that good when I’m her age. In nine months time.
The bride and groom were a handsome couple. I’m sure the bridesmaids were lovely, but I was focused on the groomsmen, all Oregon State football players, quite fetching in black tuxedos. I have a strict rule not to hit on men younger than my daughter, but I can still enjoy the view. And the view was fine throughout the evening.

After the ceremony, we were off to the top of the Hilton for cocktails and appetizers. Ty and I positioned ourselves at a table near the serving door so we were in direct line of sight as servers came by bearing trays of delicious tidbits: shrimp cocktail; sushi; butterflied chicken kabobs; blackberry champagne cocktails. Lest we go hungry, we were also right by a cheese and fruit table.
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