Bar Harbor, Maine is just the cutest, most picturesque little place ever. After our LONG car ride to the sea (of which I am proud to say B discussed our wedding details more than I did) we quickly made our way to the nearest lobster selling place for dinner. This was not difficult b/c EVERY little place we passed sold lobster. It was very charming.
We didn't eat these dudes - they were part of the lobster catching/learning excursion we took:
This is a shot of the hill overlooking the water where we watched the July 4th fireworks on our first night.
On our lobster excursion we learned that some lobsters are right handed and some are left handed, they are cannibalistic, they have gills, but can survive outside of water for awhile depending on the outside temp., and that Russian tourists do not understand a word that the guide is saying.
And the wedding.....
Unfortunately, I did not take any pictures of the bride and groom. That probably has a little to do with the fact that I don't know them and a little to do with my inability to think of pictures when I am (a) crying during the ceremony, (b) dancing my heart out or (c) at the bar. I did, however, take a picture of the awesome lanterns they used:
I also employed my soon-to-be-brother-in-law to take a few pics of B and I in the ceremony site. I loved the ribbon decoration and the background. Oh, and I also loved my kickin' dress.
B is experimenting with a new hairstyle that looks like it could poke my eye out. It's not quite as pointy as it looks in the pictures. I like it.
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