As requested, here is the story and pictures. It went really well, so there’s no real juicy stuff to tell (except possibly my drunk older sister accidentally flashing her undercarriage while dancing - doesn’t that happen to everyone at some point or another? Besides, all the cool kids are doing it.)
The whole group on the rocks (I’m the second lady from the left, in the light purple dress). We had to walk up a long, winding, unpaved path in our high heels to get to here. This picture was taken by my husband - I’m hoping that the professional photographer’s pictures are better, because this doesn’t look worth the effort to me.
The whole group hanging around some columns. This wasn’t so bad, except the ledge I was standing on was about four inches wide, and I don’t normally wear high heels (or long dresses). I had visions of shifting my weight and just falling right off.
My mom and her four girls. The bride is the one in the middle in white. She looks so sweet and innocent there, doesn’t she? The hairdo completely hides the horns. 
My lovely husband, taking a candid shot as requested. It’s really a wonder I don’t beat him more often.
Like I said, not much story to tell. I think Tammy got all her bridezilla tendencies out before the wedding, because she was relaxed and cool both the day before and the day of. We all got gussied up, we met for pictures (she was an hour late, but that doesn’t seem too out of the norm for brides), we took pictures, we went to the church, we went out and had a ceremony, we had a reception, there was much eating and dancing and talking with family members you see at weddings and funerals, then we packed up the hall and went home.
Oh yeah, the ceremony - the groom’s sister was doing a reading, and she had trouble reading because she was choking up, and she set the groom off, and just about set the rest of the room off, too. No one cries alone at a wedding or a funeral! (My husband, an usher, says that the groom’s nephew, also an usher and a city cop, was getting pretty choked up, too. Heh.) Then the groom had to recite his vows, and could barely get through them for crying. He’s the most stoic guy in the world; I would never have pegged him as so emotional.
Later, he was to do a reading at the reception, but he got too choked up again, so my sister had to do it. The speech was about how wonderful she was, so that was good for a couple of laughs there. All in all, a very good wedding. I have to say, though (here, not to her), that we had about as much fun at my $3000 wedding as we had at her $25,000 wedding. Funny how that goes.
