The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century

Click to see the life-giving elixir at full size.

Pretty nicely, I must say. The background is the view from my yard this morning; the foreground shows part of my complete breakfast.

In case you’re wondering, the cold brew mix that Trader Joe’s sells is pretty decent. Cut with water or milk, it makes a decent iced coffee, livens up a protein shake, and I’ll bet that it makes for some good mixed drinks and shots. At about $8, it lives in the cost-benefit middle ground between brewing your own and going to your local coffee shop.

The blog’s been quiet for the past couple of weeks, but I have a good excuse: I married Anitra on Saturday, March 7th, 2015, and the wedding and everything related have been keeping us busy. It’s been a week since the big day, we returned from our honeymoon yesterday, and we’re both back at work this morning after ten days well outside reality.

We won’t get to see the official wedding photographer photos for about another week, but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t any photos. I’ve compiled this “album” from pictures snapped by Yours Truly, best man Eldon Brown, “father” of the groom Dr. Domingo de la Fuente, bridesmaid Elizabeth Cannon-Dang, Rob Strickler, and guest and unofficial wedding cruise director Marichka Melnyk. Thanks for the photos, folks!

We had the big event at the Grand Plaza Hotel, which hosts its wedding ceremonies right on the beach:

Here’s an overhead view of their ceremony areas. There are two sets of palm tree “aisles” down which happy couples can march:

Here’s a closer look at ours, the southwest-facing aisle:

Here’s a scene from the wedding rehearsal, with Anitra’s uncle and our officiant, Rabbi John Fischer giving best man Eldon some instructions:

Fast-forward a day to the next morning, and we’ve got Eldon giving me the traditional best man gift of booze, which in this case was a hard-to-find and very delicious Canadian whisky, served in the most appropriate vessels we could find:

And here I am with my father-in-law, who was greatly amused by the whole thing:

Male bonding:

We don’t buy into this “you can’t see the bride before the ceremony” nonsense. With a bride like this, I want to see her as often as possible!

Here we are from another angle:

Time to head to the lobby, where our big event was already posted:

A quick gathering of Team Groom, featuring my mom, Yours Truly, and my groomsmen Eldon and Richard (who’s also my brother-in-law):

I was ready to get the party started:

Here’s the last photo I snapped as a free man! It’s of my view of the “aisle” before I made my way to the front:

And here’s my last walk as a free man:

I was raised Catholic, she was raised Protestant, the officiant’s a rabbi, and the ceremony combined Jewish and Filipino wedding traditions. Here’s a Jewish tradition, where the bride walks around the groom three times, in a process I call “circling your prey”:

Post-ceremony parasol pix with the bridesmaids:

And now the bridesmaids and groomsmen:

Here’s the mandatory “Ocean’s Eleven” pic:

Here’s where we had the reception: the Presidential Ballroom, located on the Grand Plaza’s penthouse level:

As my friend George put it, it’s a classic James Bond villain’s lair waiting to happen, and it’s also reminiscent of the reclusive billionaire’s hotel from Diamonds are Forever:

Here’s a closer look at the “sweetheart table”:

A quick welcome to the guests before we all descended on brunch:

Here we are at our Star Trek-like table, with me sitting at Mr. Sulu’s post, and Anitra as Chekov:

Of course there was some accordion playing:

Anitra looked amazing, but in my opinion, she always does:

I love this photo:

Here’s the wedding “cake”:

At the end of the reception, a couple of hours before sunset…

…we made our way to Bongo’s Beach Bar, where we had the less formal, unofficial part of the day that stretched well into the night:

Here’s a view from the bridal suite the next day:

Before we left, we went for the first of many walks on the beach as husband and wife:

…and when we got to our car, we saw that one of the guests left us a geekily appropriate gift: a pair of twenty-sided fuzzy dice: