Margaret and I had a fantastic time this weekend! Thanks to everyone who made it possible:

• all of our guests
• Margaret’s brothers, John V and James, who provided help—and entertainment
• our readers—Kathy, Dan, Stephanie, Gary, Graham, and Chris
• our wedding party of Mary and Gerrit—your speeches were great
• both sets of parents—we appreciate your advice and support
• Margaret, who played a double role of wedding planner and bride, and nailed them both

Some friends have sent us their pictures from the wedding. I added links to the pics in the top of the left sidebar. If you took photos and posted them online, please let me know and I’ll add them here.

(And if I haven’t gotten around to profiling you yet, submitting pictures is a sure way of jumping to the front of the queue.)

Also, we will post all of the pictures from the wedding photographer after she sends them to us. We own them, so if you want a full-sized image file suitable for printing, please let us know; we’ll be happy to send it to you via e-mail or on a CD.

We also will post pictures from our honeymoon, which has quasi-started: I’m blogging from the Philadelphia airport’s food court whilst we wait for our connection to Madrid (Margaret is getting a manicure).

As for what happens to the site now: Margaret and I will profile all of our guests. And we will continue to blog afterwards. Eventually we’ll change the website’s focus from the wedding to our uneventful lives of wine tasting, Patriots games, and other yuppie endeavors. Of course, the site will include directions to getting to our home so you can visit.

Thanks again!

Last weekend we went to a fantastic bed and breakfast in western Maryland, Stoney Creek Farm, and got away from wedding planning for a spell. (I’ve been working with one of the inn’s owners, Brandon Green, to help his Washington, DC,-area real estate firm revise its communication strategy. And the bed and breakfast hired me to help promote its website.)

Anyway, Margaret and I had a relaxing time. Stoney Creek farm is only an 80-minute drive from our apartment, which we broke up by stopping halfway at a vineyard where we had a (those of you who know Margaret well can finish this sentence) picnic. The vineyard overlooked the soft Virginia hills and Margaret put out her usual spread of chorizo, cheeses (yes, including goat cheese), salmon, and fruit.

When we arrived at the bed and breakfast we napped, partook in some complimentary wine and cheeses, and then headed out to dinner. Upon returning we sat on the porch and chatted with some of the other guests, admiring the unobscured stars.

It was nice to have a weekend free of thinking about weddings (except when talking about how great a wedding venue Stoney Creek Farm is).