The Reception

As everyone knows, once the important business is taken care of, it is time to par-tay!


The bus took us off to Coyote Point and Poplar Creek Golf Course for the reception dinner and dance. Being Joe (the groom) is Italian and this is California, everything was wine themed. Even the party favors for the guests:

One bottle of red and one of white. Perfect for any occasion.

Introducing Mr. and Mrs…..


And their first dance:

Poor Joe was a nervous wreck!

But after a moment…

..we weren’t even there. The eyes say it all.

Then the father of the bride gets to dance with his daughter:


Next thing you know all hell breaks loose!


Grandma and grandson Brian dance.


Grandma and grandson Rick cut a rug.


The Carolinians conga!


With Lucille and Doug.


Lorrain and Joe K. from Sumter, South Carolina.


Jim and Pat B. from Columbia, South Carolina.

The four Carolinians left SC by car on May 28 and should be getting home after making the grand tour sometime next week. Four weeks in one minivan together…it’s a good thing they were really close before this trip! (Lorraine and Jim are brother and sister. Both guys flew in Nam: Joe in fighter jets, Jim in helicopters.)


Pat and Joe M. from Linden, New Jersey.


Rick F. and Sandy K. came down from Eugene, Oregon.


Jessica presents Laura and Joe with her gift: a hand knitted lap shawl of mohair.

Since a lot of us on the bride’s side are of Polish extraction:

It’s Polka Time! Lucille and Jim on the left, Terry and her Mom on the right, and Sandy and Rick in the middle. (Sandy had to remind Rick this was NOT a demolition derby and he should not be bashing into people. He listened…a little.)

Grandma must have been told one heck of a joke!


Rick wins!

No, it’s not the bouquet. He got to keep the center piece at his table.


It’s time to twist again, like we did…thirty-five years ago?

Graduates of American bandstand show how it’s done.

It’s either the Macarena or…

….ZOMBIES!

And once again, the party was still going strong when it was time for the bus to carry us back to our motels and for the Clubhouse to get cleaned up for tomorrow.

For some reason, these two were really, really tired. It might have been due to their driving down from Eugene starting at 11 PM on Thursday night and playing all day Friday at Six Flags. Maybe.