For those of you who don't recognize this guy, that's Mark Morrow.
The bride and me.
"Hey, Al!" (That's Rick's dad.) "Thanks for letting us come to the after-party and mooch free drinks off of you."
"What, it's closing time? No more free drinks?" I think the guy in blue is pointing to the exit.
Time to head to the bar down the street. Here're some photos I took along the way.
There, that's better.
We ended up at Decades and we were just about the only customers in the place. I was really surprised at how dead it was considering it was a Friday night in a college town.
Well, it was dead until we got there. We livened it up a bit.
There's the groom.
The bar was within walking distance of our hotel so we didn't have to worry about catching a cab or one of us needing to be able to drive home. Thank goodness because when I looked at the camera the next morning and saw the next two photos, I didn't even remember posing for them. (Don't worry, 'rents, these are safe for your eyes.)
Up next: The Blue Ridge Parkway.
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