So here are the beautiful bride and groom (and for those of you who have not met him, that's my brother Nick, not me) dancing the first dance of the night.
This is Nick and our slightly shorter mother, Betty Ann, up next on the dance floor. The dance floor being my parents backyard which served quite well. By this time Marie had wept a single tear under the huge emotional tension which in turn made us laugh at and Rishad disowned her for showing such sentimantality. We then proceded to shun her for the rest of the evening... well mostly Rishad with his superhuman drunken shunning powers. (We didn't really shun her.)
Next is Cathy and her father. Cathy is the first of three daughters that John has given away. One of her sisters is younger,Wendy, and the other, Christine, is older which is relevant in the next picture.
This is me (Jeremi, and not my brother) with Christine getting ready to dance. We are standing in an improvised pig trough. Why you may ask? Well, Acadian have a tradition that is called "Dancer dans l'auge" where when an elder brother(such as I) has been lapped in ways of marital status he must dance in the pig trough for all to see during the wedding night. Promoting equality as usual, I decided to exend the opportunity of experiencing this long standing tradition to the Christine, whose seniority over the bride had until then remained a secret. Our intense jig was a bit too much for the sturdily built trough though, and we soon sent planks full of protruding nails flying in all directions. Notice the small children around, they were quickly removed, but not until the first few planks went flying.
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