Ladies and gentlemen, my parents.

Aren't they adorable? (And they do NOT look as old as they are. Go on, guess. I hope I look as great as they do when I get older!)

So the re-wedding was today and, like a loser, I cried. Not very much, but my eyes did not remain dry. Unfortunately, the service was hell. The pastor has a tendency to speak loudly shout SCREAM at the congregation, and I felt like I was being scolded for something I didn't do. During one story she was telling, she was ranting and raving a character's dialogue and then said, "And then he raised his voice and said..." (emphasis mine). Let me point that out again: raised his voice. What?!

Not to mention this service started past eleven and went on for nearly two hours. Augh. The organist-person left out the middle voices in all the music so it sounded lifeless. I was rather unhappy, yet my parents still wonder why I stopped going to church. Yell at me, attack my personal beliefs, offer horribly-played music, and MAKE ME LISTEN TO YOU for nearly two hours? No thanks. I'll sleep in. You go on ahead.

ANYWAY. It was nice and there was a small reception afterwards. I caught the bouquet! I was the only one waiting to catch it, but at least I did, and didn't look like an idiot missing it. :D And yeah, I got asked The Question a couple of times.

More pictures will be up soon, but I just wanted to post the nice one.