Chapel of the Bells

Okay, we did it. No, not THAT. But, we did crash a wedding. I figure there is no better way to celebrate the first day of 2010 and our first day in Tahoe than by stopping at the Chapel of the Bells in the middle of someone’s wedding. The bride was dressed in a short dress and ski jacket; the groom was wearing shorts and a North Face jacket. And just before they promised to love, honor and cherish each other so long as they both shall live, the best man reminded the groom that he had a lot to drink and asked if he was sure he wanted to marry this woman. The groom assured him that even though it was just a week, he was in love.

Angela gives them six months. I give them a week. Welcome to Tahoe!