Can't beat this day

It started before midnight last night (well Tats would like to think so, the plans were initially for Las Vegas), a little cajoling, a little peer pressure and Greg succumbed. Anouncement was made, and heard at the Double Dog Pub at approximately midnight, we were going to experience a little wedding in the new day.


Greg and Jens day was going to be the best we are going to experience on this trip (and I'm prepared to say it is going to be better than us winning tomorrow....Tats won't though).

The plans were made, Greg and Jen found out there was a celebrant next door to Becks (day before) and she was quickly enroled in the great day. In the morning they were off choosing rings (lot of this info may be second hand), champagne was bought by the boys and 3pm was set for the nuptials at the top of the Gondola.

Most made it by Gondolas, That Guy, Sonia, Lardro, Camel and myself somehow found a road that made it all the way to the top of the hill. Eddie carried out the giving away duties with Tats impersonating a best man. On a setting overlooking the valley above Aspen, vows were given...not without a few well chosen interjections from members of the Maulers fraternity, including our well known Maulers song that the celebrant had absolutely no idea what the hell we were on!!

With the post marriage kiss out of the way, or should I say the never-ending tongue swirling pash over, the new Mr and Mrs Snedden made their way up the hill with a very passionate Haka from the boys completing their ceremony. Champagne was drunk, small speeches were made despite some hints to move on from a very stressed wedding planner (something about a million dollar wedding between a couple from New York flying all their mates in). We moved on to have photos made in front of the restaurant at the top of the hill, where Mel was the winner of the flower thingy that the wife does at the end, and no bloke believes in that superstition, eh Carbs!!We then made our way down on the Gondolas to the post match wedding celebration.

We were very fortunate, and also Gregs backpocket probably was not lightened as much as it could have been (wait till Vegas), when the invitation had been made by a local businessman (and Kiwi) Mr John Silich to participate in a gathering for the Maulers above our accomodation. He kindly included the meal and some alchohol plus a spot to gather for all of us, and we are very gateful for that invitation (and Jen now has to have Aspen somewhere in the naming of their next child, thanks John)!

The meal was enjoyed, speeches made, balls signed, everyone told to go to bed early for the match tomorrow, our bunch of Americans given warrior jersys from our very own mad butchers, the wedding cake was cut but what made the day truly spectacular was when Jen stood up and sang our National Anthem. She sang it beautifully, and I'm going to have to admit, a tear did roll down my cheek.

She was an awesome day (see the photo's)....Damn it's good to be us!!!!