The MakeUseOf website has an article containing links to 15 (actually 16) useful guides that provide a lot of (not necessarily obvious) information for day to day geekly living. Here is the list of guides that the article links to, with my comments:
1 – Internet Guide for the Movie Addict - includes a discussion on how to fix bad/corrupted video files. Unfortunately, nothing on how to remove Vodei encoding.
2 – Internet Guidebook for An Audiophile - this is a howto guide covering internet music, including free sites.
3 – The Incredible Free Manual for Every Mac User - Mac users probably should read this.
4 – The Underground Guide to the iPhone ditto for iPhone users.
5 – Twitter: Best Practices & Tips - some thoughts on how to best take advantage of this (relatively) new communication tool.
6 – The Ultimate Guide to your Windows Mobile Phone - for anyone whose phone runs Windows CE
7 – A Computer Geek’s Smart Productivity Guide - all about time management and productivity. See also the (unrelated) Pomodoro strategy over on the Lifehacker site.
8 – Building a Media Center for your Home - instructions on how to set up a media server for your home theatre/home audio system.
9 – The Only Easy Guide To Computer Networks - this won't teach you how to manage a Cisco-based network with hundreds of hubs, but will help you set up your home network and get it working.
10 – The Big Book of BitTorrent - how to use BitTorrent to download files. The more generic parts of the discussion should also apply to uTorrent and other Torrent apps.
11 – A Newbie’s Getting Started Guide to Linux - Linux is the future of computing, and this guide will help you get started. [Note - I am presenting the title as they appear in the original source, but my editorial instinct here really really wants to change "to Linux" to read "with Linux".]
12 – The Idiot’s Guide To Photoshop - this guide won't replace a formal course in how to use Photoshop, which is one of the most most capable (but also most complex) software packages out there. However, the guide will give you a starting point -- with the guide, and hours of practice, you too can plant a moustache on your co-worker's Christmas party photo.
13 – The Big Book of iTunes - I don't use iTunes or an iPod myself, but I will probably read this guide anyway just to get a handle on the technology.
14 – The Idiot’s Guide to Building Your Own PC - an important document if you are going to either build a new PC or if you plan on swapping out and upgrading a motherboard on an old PC.
15 – Laptop Buying Guide for 2009 - a guide to all things laptop.
(BONUS) PSP Up- and Downgrading Guide - a howto guide for PSP owners to help with getting around those pesky lockouts that prevent homebrew apps from working properly.
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Thursday, September 11, 2008
Geek Dinner
We held the Periodic Geek Dinner at the Great Khan Mongolian Grill at the Pacific Mall last Friday, Sep 5.
In the leadup to this, Mike suggested a number of choices, and then proposed that we assemble at a Boston Pizza. Since we had been discussing the Mongolian Grill, or the Keg as possible dinner locations, I questioned this choice. This caused a long e-mail thread to propagate,and the end result was that the group decided on the Mongolian Grill, but the one at the Pacific Mall which up to this point I hadn't even known about, rather than the more familiar location on Don Mills Road.
Afterward, Mike admitted that he had provided an acceptable but not very good solution in order to force the group to decide on something better.
This is an interesting approach and could work just as easily on gathering business requirements from undecided users. I've been in this situation, on the receiving end. The users took everything that had been documented from the previous session, decided it wasn't adequate, and changed it. The only problem was that my users kept doing this in every subsequent session rather than finalizing on a solution.
As a group, we were much more effective this time in reaching a consensus.
Jill, Corwin, and I did some looking around in the mall before heading over to the restaurant. I took some pictures, but the photographic star of the evening was Mike's Nikon D60, the first DSLR that I've had an opportunity to get hands-on with. [Note - Mike says he got the camera and most of the associated gear used -- guess that means I need to check out Craigslist a lot more often.]
While I had come with the family, Mike, Aldo, and Glen had come by themselves. For Corwin, the high point of the arrangements was that Mark brought his son Benjamin. We had originally expected Dave and Marianna to be there as well, but (at least some of us) were sorry to hear that Dave was sick. Some of the rest of us were amused by the story of Dave being upset earlier that day. In a chat session, when told that Dave was sick and wouldn't make it that night, Mark had responded by saying, "Man, you suck! And you'd better be sick for the whole weekend!" We are nothing if not mutually supportive, but word was that Dave had been upset by the "you suck!" part. Those of us inclined to be that way giggled a bit when told this story.
The food was all right, since you can't really go wrong with the Mongolian Grill chain. The remaing photos from this point forward in this entry were taken with Mike's camera. The actual photographer would have been Mark, Aldo, or Mike (assuming anyone cares about photo credits).
Ben and Corwin, of course, ignored the crazy adults and did kid stuff. Mark describes this as a "DS induced zombie pic". Corwin was introduced to a DS game called Viva Pinata, based on the television cartoon.
The funniest part of the night occurred when we were discussing Vista, and its failings. In the discussion, Mike admitted to owning a machine that still ran Windows 2000. Aldo looked at him, and in a voice tinged with just the right amount of incredulity, said "Dude. That's ancient!"
OK, so it was geek humour, and ya had to be there. Anyway, for the record, I too still own a machine that runs Win2K. It keeps telling me that the hard drive is about to die, but (knock on wood) it hasn't done it for the last two years.
Our evening ended when the restaurant closed. Since it hadn't been too busy, they had kindly let us stay until closing time. A good gathering, lots of fun. We need to do it again, so that some people can demonstrate to some other people that they don't suck.
In the leadup to this, Mike suggested a number of choices, and then proposed that we assemble at a Boston Pizza. Since we had been discussing the Mongolian Grill, or the Keg as possible dinner locations, I questioned this choice. This caused a long e-mail thread to propagate,and the end result was that the group decided on the Mongolian Grill, but the one at the Pacific Mall which up to this point I hadn't even known about, rather than the more familiar location on Don Mills Road.
Afterward, Mike admitted that he had provided an acceptable but not very good solution in order to force the group to decide on something better.
This is an interesting approach and could work just as easily on gathering business requirements from undecided users. I've been in this situation, on the receiving end. The users took everything that had been documented from the previous session, decided it wasn't adequate, and changed it. The only problem was that my users kept doing this in every subsequent session rather than finalizing on a solution.
As a group, we were much more effective this time in reaching a consensus.
Jill, Corwin, and I did some looking around in the mall before heading over to the restaurant. I took some pictures, but the photographic star of the evening was Mike's Nikon D60, the first DSLR that I've had an opportunity to get hands-on with. [Note - Mike says he got the camera and most of the associated gear used -- guess that means I need to check out Craigslist a lot more often.]
While I had come with the family, Mike, Aldo, and Glen had come by themselves. For Corwin, the high point of the arrangements was that Mark brought his son Benjamin. We had originally expected Dave and Marianna to be there as well, but (at least some of us) were sorry to hear that Dave was sick. Some of the rest of us were amused by the story of Dave being upset earlier that day. In a chat session, when told that Dave was sick and wouldn't make it that night, Mark had responded by saying, "Man, you suck! And you'd better be sick for the whole weekend!" We are nothing if not mutually supportive, but word was that Dave had been upset by the "you suck!" part. Those of us inclined to be that way giggled a bit when told this story.
The food was all right, since you can't really go wrong with the Mongolian Grill chain. The remaing photos from this point forward in this entry were taken with Mike's camera. The actual photographer would have been Mark, Aldo, or Mike (assuming anyone cares about photo credits).
Ben and Corwin, of course, ignored the crazy adults and did kid stuff. Mark describes this as a "DS induced zombie pic". Corwin was introduced to a DS game called Viva Pinata, based on the television cartoon.
The funniest part of the night occurred when we were discussing Vista, and its failings. In the discussion, Mike admitted to owning a machine that still ran Windows 2000. Aldo looked at him, and in a voice tinged with just the right amount of incredulity, said "Dude. That's ancient!"
OK, so it was geek humour, and ya had to be there. Anyway, for the record, I too still own a machine that runs Win2K. It keeps telling me that the hard drive is about to die, but (knock on wood) it hasn't done it for the last two years.
Our evening ended when the restaurant closed. Since it hadn't been too busy, they had kindly let us stay until closing time. A good gathering, lots of fun. We need to do it again, so that some people can demonstrate to some other people that they don't suck.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Dave and Marianna's Wedding
I have known my friend Dave for around 20 years. For the last few of those years, the stability of steady employment has allowed his horizons to expand, and as a result, he has been able to reach some of his potential. Dave moved in with his girlfriend Marianna late in 2005, and earlier this year, I was pleasantly surprised by a request to be one of Dave's groomsmen for their wedding.
Wedding day was Saturday, May 12.
Friday night had been the family Mother's Day dinner. From the Forestview, we went west to pick up our friend Catherine, also a guest at the wedding. The plan was for Catherine to spend the night at our place, simplifying some transport logistics on Saturday.
I woke after only a few hours of sleep, and got up to do chores. First on the list was to clean out the car from its winter accumulation of interior junk. Since Dave and Marianna had arranged for an outdoor wedding ceremony, and had asked to borrow my boombox for the music, I made a desultory (and unsuccessful) attempt to clean the boombox of its near decade-long accumulation of grime.
By midmorning, it was time to shower and change. The tuxedo (actually a formal suit) had been rented from Moore's. Dave and I had gone to pick up our suits the previous Wednesday. The suit came with some unfamiliar hardware -- studs, cufflinks, and suspenders. I had to get help from Jill to dress!
With boombox and power supply in the car, I headed up to Dave's place, picked him up, and drove off with him to Marianna's parents' house in Thornhill, just north of Steeles Avenue. Realizing that I had left the house without several critical pieces (laptop, change of shoes, change of clothing) I called Jill (have I mentioned recently how I love cell phones?) who was willing and able to load the items I had forgotten into the other car.
Driving up to the intersection, Dave and I saw the stretch SUV limo on the street, and understood that the schedule, which had been laid out in five minute increments, had already been reset. The bride and bridesmaids photo session was taking longer than anticipated.
I left Dave in the car at a convenient variety store plaza a block away, and ambled over to see what was going on, and indeed, the bridesmaids and bride-to-be were still being photographed.
In addition to Marianna, her bridesmaids, and her parents, some other questionable-looking individuals were also there, loitering around the limo. Mark, who once upon a time had been a room-mate of Dave's, had driven in with Mike, Glen and Gisela. Mark and the other groomsmen -- Dan and Rob (Marianna's brother) were already there when I arrived, and shortly afterward, Rick, the best man, arrived to complete the group.
It took a while, but finally, the photos were done, and the ladies left in the limo, headed for the wedding site at Hunters' Glen Golf Club, all the way across the top of the city.
Dave's mother, along with Mike, Glen, and Gisela had gone over to the plaza to keep him company. When the limo left, I went back, got my car and parked it on the street. Dave sensibly walked over.
I took a photo from Dave's perspective (see his hand holding his garment bag?), just so there would be a record of at least one thing that he saw on his wedding day. You can see from Dave's face where he is standing beside his mother that he is staring blankly at Mark, Gisela, Mike, and Glen with a big "I'm gonna be married" grin on his face.
The photo of the short, fat, balding geek in the rumpled suit was taken by Mike, using my camera. Can't imagine who let him into this gathering...
Eventually, we got Dave into his suit and finished off the groomsmen photos. I headed out to the golf club, getting there more or less at the same time as the others in the limo. There was a bad moment when I thought I had forgotten the power cord for the boom box, but a few minutes of frantic scrabbling in the trunk of the car turned it up, much to my relief and that of the guy responsible for playing the music.
From our staging area, we walked in pairs with a five second separation interval down to our seats in the front row. I escorted a bridesmaid named Michelle who had come in especially from Montreal to share this day with her friend Marianna. Michelle and I led the way in. Dave and the officiant were waiting under a canopy. Marianna, escorted by her father, was last to walk up the rose petal strewn aisle. She joined him there under the canopy and the ceremony began.
The ceremony itself was over fairly quickly, as was the register signing. Out of respect to the happy couple during their actual wedding, I took no photos while the officiant was speaking, but once the document signing started, I figured all bets were off.
I found my family in the audience, which made me happy. Corwin was only one of two children in attendance -- the other child was a little boy named Nicholas, who was the son of Rob, Marianna's brother, and another groomsman.
All brides are especially beautiful on their wedding day and Marianna was no exception. (And speaking of especially beautiful brides -- note to self -- 15th wedding anniversary coming up in a couple of weeks!)
With the wedding and paperwork completed, the bride and groom wandered off to picturesque parts of the golf course for yet more photos while the rest of us waited.
It was at this point that Mark realized that his passengers had gone AWOL. Thinking quickly, I proposed a theory: Gisela, actually a ninja in secret, had somehow been mortally offended by some act of Mike's or Glen's (or perhaps both). She killed them (silently and unnoticeably, of course, being a ninja), hid the bodies in one of the ponds, and was even now crouched in the underbrush waiting to make her escape.
Mark didn't buy it, although as I pointed out, the virtue of my theory was that it explained all known facts. Luckily for Mike and Glen, they hadn't actually been killed, but had only gone off with Gisela to eat.
While all this was happening, Jill had transferred a knapsack filled with high tech essentials into the trunk of my car. She, Corwin, and Catherine also set off to eat lunch -- leaving me to the realization that I hadn't had breakfast yet.
Eventually, the bride and groom photos were done, and we proceeded north to Kleinburg for more photos. Thus it was that I found myself walking the streets of Kleinburg, following Vicky and Ursula, with various other members of the group dispersed around me.
Kleinburg is a very picturesque small town. The McMichael Canadian Art Collection is here. On this perfect Saturday, we shared the streets of Kleinburg with at least four other wedding parties.
Dave's Best Man, Rick, and Marianna's Maid of Honour, Candace were enormous calming influences on the newlyweds. Candace was also affectionately referred to as "the schedule Nazi". I spent a goodly portion of the day trying to increase her stress level by speculating on the meaning of the Chinese character that she had tattooed on her (ahem) bosom.
With the photos completed, we headed back south toward the reception hall. There was some time before we were due to be at the Le Jardin Special Events Centre. It was at this point on the trip south that I ditched the rest of the wedding party and slipped into the Legendary Salty Dawg Saloon for a late afternoon breakfast consisting of beer and a cheeseburger.
While we waited for the wedding guests to arrive, there were more photo opportunities. The hall was a basement room, and at the beginning of the evening, was cool and quiet.
I took a lot of pictures. My complete collection of photos from Dave's stag to the wedding totals over 400 images, most of which were taken on the wedding day.
This was the first chance that Corwin had to make the acquaintance of Nicholas, the other boy who was at the wedding. Within minutes, Corwin and Nicholas were tearing around in ever widening circles at higher and higher speeds. In order to establish some semblance of order, I told them that the first one to knock over the wedding cake would cause both of them to be killed. The extra caution that this caused lasted maybe five minutes.
The bride, and groom were seated at a table on on a raised platform between the maid of honour and the best man. The rest of us were seated immediately in front of this head table, facing the rest of the room. From a vantage point facing this table, I was fourth from the right -- Dan and Kristy, a groomsman and bridesmaid who are also married to each other, were on the end, followed by Michelle, then me. Moving further to the left, immediately beside me was Vicky, then Ursula, Mark, and Rob. Rob's son Nicholas occupied a spot right at the end of the table. From my perspective, of course, these directions would have been reversed.
The dinner was good, the speeches were mercifully short, and by this point, my feet were killing me.
I finally got a chance to meet and speak to Dave's grandmother -- a very important person in his life, and the family member who I gather provided the anchor for his own sense of family. This image of a happy Dave, surrounded by a happy parent and a happy grandparent, is a nice family picture from the evening.
Instead of a guestbook, Dave and Marianna had arranged for a photo booth. At the end of the evening, Marianna and her bridesmaids did a last set in the photo booth which I observed and photographed. I had been hoping that these could be used for my new website concept -- bridesmaidsgonewild.com -- but no such luck.
For Jill, Corwin, and I, the evening ended much too quickly. Jill and Corwin headed back home, while I, after a shoe change (my feet were REALLY REALLY killing me at this point) took Catherine back to her place.
It was a cool evening when we got outside, a blessed relief from the heat in the reception hall. The night was clear and moonless. In the west, Jupiter burned like a beacon, brighter than anything else in the sky.
I manged to get home well before 1:00 in the morning.
On Sunday, I found an ICQ message from Dave on my computer, with a timestamp just before 3:00 AM:
Later in the afternoon, when I went up to get Dave's tux to return along with mine, I learned that Dave and Marianna had left Le Jardin around 1:00 and had gotten back to their place sometime after 2:00, with a stop at her parents. They were happy and relaxed, and looking forward to their tropical vacation which would begin on Monday.
It had been a memorable day and evening to start off a marriage which we sincerely hope will last Dave and Marianna a long lifetime together.
Post History
1 - originally created 2007 May 15
2 - minor editing (typo fixes), wording changes, and content added to improve readability and flow 2007 May 17
Wedding day was Saturday, May 12.
Friday night had been the family Mother's Day dinner. From the Forestview, we went west to pick up our friend Catherine, also a guest at the wedding. The plan was for Catherine to spend the night at our place, simplifying some transport logistics on Saturday.
I woke after only a few hours of sleep, and got up to do chores. First on the list was to clean out the car from its winter accumulation of interior junk. Since Dave and Marianna had arranged for an outdoor wedding ceremony, and had asked to borrow my boombox for the music, I made a desultory (and unsuccessful) attempt to clean the boombox of its near decade-long accumulation of grime.
By midmorning, it was time to shower and change. The tuxedo (actually a formal suit) had been rented from Moore's. Dave and I had gone to pick up our suits the previous Wednesday. The suit came with some unfamiliar hardware -- studs, cufflinks, and suspenders. I had to get help from Jill to dress!
With boombox and power supply in the car, I headed up to Dave's place, picked him up, and drove off with him to Marianna's parents' house in Thornhill, just north of Steeles Avenue. Realizing that I had left the house without several critical pieces (laptop, change of shoes, change of clothing) I called Jill (have I mentioned recently how I love cell phones?) who was willing and able to load the items I had forgotten into the other car.
Driving up to the intersection, Dave and I saw the stretch SUV limo on the street, and understood that the schedule, which had been laid out in five minute increments, had already been reset. The bride and bridesmaids photo session was taking longer than anticipated.
I left Dave in the car at a convenient variety store plaza a block away, and ambled over to see what was going on, and indeed, the bridesmaids and bride-to-be were still being photographed.
In addition to Marianna, her bridesmaids, and her parents, some other questionable-looking individuals were also there, loitering around the limo. Mark, who once upon a time had been a room-mate of Dave's, had driven in with Mike, Glen and Gisela. Mark and the other groomsmen -- Dan and Rob (Marianna's brother) were already there when I arrived, and shortly afterward, Rick, the best man, arrived to complete the group.
It took a while, but finally, the photos were done, and the ladies left in the limo, headed for the wedding site at Hunters' Glen Golf Club, all the way across the top of the city.
Dave's mother, along with Mike, Glen, and Gisela had gone over to the plaza to keep him company. When the limo left, I went back, got my car and parked it on the street. Dave sensibly walked over.
I took a photo from Dave's perspective (see his hand holding his garment bag?), just so there would be a record of at least one thing that he saw on his wedding day. You can see from Dave's face where he is standing beside his mother that he is staring blankly at Mark, Gisela, Mike, and Glen with a big "I'm gonna be married" grin on his face.
The photo of the short, fat, balding geek in the rumpled suit was taken by Mike, using my camera. Can't imagine who let him into this gathering...
Eventually, we got Dave into his suit and finished off the groomsmen photos. I headed out to the golf club, getting there more or less at the same time as the others in the limo. There was a bad moment when I thought I had forgotten the power cord for the boom box, but a few minutes of frantic scrabbling in the trunk of the car turned it up, much to my relief and that of the guy responsible for playing the music.
From our staging area, we walked in pairs with a five second separation interval down to our seats in the front row. I escorted a bridesmaid named Michelle who had come in especially from Montreal to share this day with her friend Marianna. Michelle and I led the way in. Dave and the officiant were waiting under a canopy. Marianna, escorted by her father, was last to walk up the rose petal strewn aisle. She joined him there under the canopy and the ceremony began.
The ceremony itself was over fairly quickly, as was the register signing. Out of respect to the happy couple during their actual wedding, I took no photos while the officiant was speaking, but once the document signing started, I figured all bets were off.
I found my family in the audience, which made me happy. Corwin was only one of two children in attendance -- the other child was a little boy named Nicholas, who was the son of Rob, Marianna's brother, and another groomsman.
All brides are especially beautiful on their wedding day and Marianna was no exception. (And speaking of especially beautiful brides -- note to self -- 15th wedding anniversary coming up in a couple of weeks!)
With the wedding and paperwork completed, the bride and groom wandered off to picturesque parts of the golf course for yet more photos while the rest of us waited.
It was at this point that Mark realized that his passengers had gone AWOL. Thinking quickly, I proposed a theory: Gisela, actually a ninja in secret, had somehow been mortally offended by some act of Mike's or Glen's (or perhaps both). She killed them (silently and unnoticeably, of course, being a ninja), hid the bodies in one of the ponds, and was even now crouched in the underbrush waiting to make her escape.
Mark didn't buy it, although as I pointed out, the virtue of my theory was that it explained all known facts. Luckily for Mike and Glen, they hadn't actually been killed, but had only gone off with Gisela to eat.
While all this was happening, Jill had transferred a knapsack filled with high tech essentials into the trunk of my car. She, Corwin, and Catherine also set off to eat lunch -- leaving me to the realization that I hadn't had breakfast yet.
Eventually, the bride and groom photos were done, and we proceeded north to Kleinburg for more photos. Thus it was that I found myself walking the streets of Kleinburg, following Vicky and Ursula, with various other members of the group dispersed around me.
Kleinburg is a very picturesque small town. The McMichael Canadian Art Collection is here. On this perfect Saturday, we shared the streets of Kleinburg with at least four other wedding parties.
Dave's Best Man, Rick, and Marianna's Maid of Honour, Candace were enormous calming influences on the newlyweds. Candace was also affectionately referred to as "the schedule Nazi". I spent a goodly portion of the day trying to increase her stress level by speculating on the meaning of the Chinese character that she had tattooed on her (ahem) bosom.
With the photos completed, we headed back south toward the reception hall. There was some time before we were due to be at the Le Jardin Special Events Centre. It was at this point on the trip south that I ditched the rest of the wedding party and slipped into the Legendary Salty Dawg Saloon for a late afternoon breakfast consisting of beer and a cheeseburger.
While we waited for the wedding guests to arrive, there were more photo opportunities. The hall was a basement room, and at the beginning of the evening, was cool and quiet.
I took a lot of pictures. My complete collection of photos from Dave's stag to the wedding totals over 400 images, most of which were taken on the wedding day.
This was the first chance that Corwin had to make the acquaintance of Nicholas, the other boy who was at the wedding. Within minutes, Corwin and Nicholas were tearing around in ever widening circles at higher and higher speeds. In order to establish some semblance of order, I told them that the first one to knock over the wedding cake would cause both of them to be killed. The extra caution that this caused lasted maybe five minutes.
The bride, and groom were seated at a table on on a raised platform between the maid of honour and the best man. The rest of us were seated immediately in front of this head table, facing the rest of the room. From a vantage point facing this table, I was fourth from the right -- Dan and Kristy, a groomsman and bridesmaid who are also married to each other, were on the end, followed by Michelle, then me. Moving further to the left, immediately beside me was Vicky, then Ursula, Mark, and Rob. Rob's son Nicholas occupied a spot right at the end of the table. From my perspective, of course, these directions would have been reversed.
The dinner was good, the speeches were mercifully short, and by this point, my feet were killing me.
I finally got a chance to meet and speak to Dave's grandmother -- a very important person in his life, and the family member who I gather provided the anchor for his own sense of family. This image of a happy Dave, surrounded by a happy parent and a happy grandparent, is a nice family picture from the evening.
Instead of a guestbook, Dave and Marianna had arranged for a photo booth. At the end of the evening, Marianna and her bridesmaids did a last set in the photo booth which I observed and photographed. I had been hoping that these could be used for my new website concept -- bridesmaidsgonewild.com -- but no such luck.
For Jill, Corwin, and I, the evening ended much too quickly. Jill and Corwin headed back home, while I, after a shoe change (my feet were REALLY REALLY killing me at this point) took Catherine back to her place.
It was a cool evening when we got outside, a blessed relief from the heat in the reception hall. The night was clear and moonless. In the west, Jupiter burned like a beacon, brighter than anything else in the sky.
I manged to get home well before 1:00 in the morning.
On Sunday, I found an ICQ message from Dave on my computer, with a timestamp just before 3:00 AM:
thank you so much. it meant so much to the both of us for you, jill and corwin to be there. poor nicholas was so bummed out when corwin had to leave. I have never seen him so active and happy. I was floored.
Later in the afternoon, when I went up to get Dave's tux to return along with mine, I learned that Dave and Marianna had left Le Jardin around 1:00 and had gotten back to their place sometime after 2:00, with a stop at her parents. They were happy and relaxed, and looking forward to their tropical vacation which would begin on Monday.
It had been a memorable day and evening to start off a marriage which we sincerely hope will last Dave and Marianna a long lifetime together.
Post History
1 - originally created 2007 May 15
2 - minor editing (typo fixes), wording changes, and content added to improve readability and flow 2007 May 17
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