Several years of cranberry juice threats and heartfelt chats come to an end on October 2nd of 2011, when my boy Ruis finally nails his shit down, and gets married. And what we have here is some photographic evidence of Ruis and Jen’s wedding, in which I had the dubious honor of being one of Ruis’s groomsmen.
A joyous occasion that felt like it went by entirely too fast, but full of happiness and a good memory of a special day. As is the case with many weddings, it’s always a treat to see old familiar faces looking all dapper and polished, while we joke about the same nerdy crap and bring the level of class down one slow tier at a time.
God damn, I have to get me more of that Woodchuck seasonal fall cider.
