Alissa and Paul's Wedding

Paul and Alissa and their first child. (They work quick.)

Alissa and Paul got married this Saturday, at the Hall of Springs in Saratoga.

The wedding was beautiful and practically perfect in every way, and everyone had a pretty darn good time, too. There were some Tufts people (Megan Wu, Loveseat, et.al.) and lots of Nisky people, of course. Maybe 120 people altogether, just as an off-the-cuff estimate.

Jono Needs Longer Socks.

Around the fireplace: Leah, Jeff, Jono.

A group of us retired here for a bit, after dinner and before a little dancing.

Littluns

I believe (but am not certain) that all of these dark-eyed children are Paul's kin... though there were two kids from the Murray clan scampering around the premises. They were tres adorable, and I think they knew it, because they took advantage and ran amok.

Prepping for the bouquet throw

Alissa has limbered up with a little long-toss in the outfield before toeing the rubber. She's got some late movement, and a deceptive delivery. She won't light up the radar gun, but she's sneaky fast according to all my scouting reports.

It's a bit dark, but you can see Matt back there on the right. There were specific (and vociferous) calls for Cheeseburger Bunski to be in the scrum, but she negged that idea with a vengeance.

These girls couldn't catch a cold, much less a pop fly

... Matt caught it.

And Alissa's giving him the Evil Eye.

The bride and father.

Butter Henge.

Gotta be the pink tie.

I'm not going to lie... I took some photos.

Technically, this is a manwich.

Jono with half-lidded eyes, and some lapcandy.

I really want to juxtapose this photo with an equivalent one from ten or twelve years ago... I'm sure I can do this, but it'll take some digging through the archives. Maybe Empire State Games?

Lapsitting... it's a damn epidemic.

Yet more lapsitting, of the lady-lady variety. Sue Rella gets a little sumpin'-sumpin' from Miss Leah.

Snowbound

Number 7 on my street, one of my favorite houses in the neighborhood and the city.

Leroy Street, digging out mid-storm.

Ain't nobody been out this door since the snow started falling.

On my way to a job interview

Ignore the spectacular mess behind me, and focus on how sharp I look with the roomie's hot Pink tie! (That's not a miscapitalization... it's not just a pink tie, it's made by Thomas Pink.)

Happy Birthday Leah!

We went out and celebrated Leah's twenty-fifth birthday last night. We had a little dinner at Kuma Inn (though our table was almost an hour late) with some Japanese tapas. Then we headed over to the champagne room at Happy Ending over on Broome Street in the Lower East Side.




Leah likes wandering into traffic.

Wet Leah.

Anna makes no mistake about it.

This photo is fun, mainly because you can see Anna Mack "throwing down" in the background over Leah's shoulder.

Kate and Leah.