George, the living legend. Taken on the back of a speeding truck, sometime, somewhere.
The serious bit: It was a haven of tranquility amidst a sea of carnage. Bring it.
So, Tom and Lacey's wedding took place at Nancy and Georges place on Jake Reid Road, on the South Mountain, altenatively known as Gaspereau Mountain, deep woods Gaspereau or simply, The Mountain. Its a wee bit south of Wolfville, home of Acadia University, where Lacey and all her brides maids and maids of honour played rugger together (World Cup starts today, yayer!). Here are some photos that might start to paint a picture of our far too brief time up there.
The Young pretenders:
Brim, in his best man finery.
Tom early/late on his stag night
Ed, the court jester.
Tom, Lacey's dad Robert and Shotgun Steve on the way to The Library.
Phil looking longingly at his Keith's
Star of the show, Nancy. She put it all on and looked after everyone so well. Enjoyed a drop too. 
Numerous people from back home couldn't make it so we put their faces on inflatable 'love' dolls. Em looks like normal...
Hazen doing what he does best. Microphone, vodka and a crowd. What a guy.
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