from the archives: wedding in friesland.

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A few years ago, Daniel and I went to his pals’ Johnny and Aekje’s wedding in the Netherlands, in a wee town called Grouw out in Friesland.  Between the wonky film (Fuji 160s) and my very wonky Yashica Mat 124, the photos make us all look like we’re at a garden party at Yale circa 1954 (except for Pia, who is clearly a spy for the Swedish Secret Services).

It was, in any event, a pretty hilarious and wonderful day.  And long, too.  The photos here are just from the post-wedding reception on the church grounds.  At 11am.  Yes, we started drinking before noon.  At church.  After this, there was a cruise down the Friesland canals, then an appointed nap time (no, for reals), then the actual reception, then the dance party, then the mini-fireworks display, and then post-midnight cones of fries (frites, sorry) as we left the reception.  The Dutch know how to throw a party, and how to feed their tipsy guests.   When we got back to the house we were all staying at, I made a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches with the local Gouda, and we finally made it to bed around I think 3 or 4am.  I think.

I have no photos from the following morning.  Perhaps all for the best.
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A few more from that day:

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And one last one, of Chris vs. cigarette vs. boat:

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