DH and I flew out Wednesday and got to England on Thursday. His parents (who I absolutely ADORE) organized a great barbeque in the garden so that DH could catch up with his friends and have his beloved sausages. (He laments that Americans just don't make the type he loves. Whatev.)
DH's best man (i.e. best friend) and his fam came over. Their little boy is two and quite possibly the cutest, best behaved kid I've ever met. It (almost) made me want to have a little Elliott or DH. Almost.
Friday we drove to the Lake District and checked into the Swan Hotel. The hotel was beautiful and very very "English." However, the rooms were about 8000 degrees so we had to prop open the windows and run a fan 24/7. That made it tolerable, barely.
Friday night we went out with DH's family. I forget the name but it had a Michlin star and was gorgeous. Many bottles of wine were opened, the best man practiced his jokes for the speech, and everyone had a roaring time.
At this point DH and I had such bad jet lag, we hadn't slept in three days. I imagine that added to the hilarity.
Later today: The wedding itself. But for your amusement, here are some pictures:
Bride and groom (B&G) signing the register:
Gotta scoot to work. More later!