After the reception, the happy couple's friends and under-30-year-old cousins went back to their house to continue the party (Robert once more playing chauffeur in the big white minivan). When we left the party, it was about 1 a.m., and though we were heading back to the hotel in two separate cars to drop off all the cousins, our van was hungry, and became duly excited when we spied a White Castle very near the hotel.

"White Castle! They don't have these in California! We have to stop," I cried, but Jennifer, in front of us, was stopped for the light and seemed oblivious to my telepathic pleas. Widespread support for the White Castle idea seemed evident in our van, as in the back, Matt chanted "Whities! Whities!" in a monotone. Suddenly, when the light turned green, Jennifer turned on her signal and drove straight into the White Castle parking lot, as though hearing my pleas after all. Leaving Angelina and Joe in the cars, the rest of us poured out and into the White Castle. We were Robert, Jennifer, Camille, Matt, and myself, all nicely dressed, and Mark and Brian, still in their tuxes. Pictured at the left are some of the happy diners, leaving the establishment. As soon as we walked in the door, however, we started to laugh--in front of us, on line, ordering their burgers, was another bride and groom.

"Hey, we're a wedding too!" we shouted, and then everyone was laughing and talking at once.
"Hey, I just got married!" yelled a buoyant, fifteen-year-old Brian, rushing up to the other groom (who, oddly, was wearing a cowboy hat) and hugging him.
"Hey man, congratulation!" the other groom said. "But, man, where's your bride?"
"Oh, uh. . . " Brian was not at first ready for that.
"Another limo, man?" the other groom replied, not at all fazed. "Don't I know it, man!"

So, clutching his bride and grinning at the camera and waiting for his sliders, the bride and groom who weren't Dave and Candy posed with Brian for a picture. The White Castle staff was deafened by our laughter and the few non-wedding-associated patrons seemed absolutely baffled. Upon leaving, Brian said, reflectively, "I wonder why he thought I was the groom!"

The next day, Jennifer, Bill, Judy, Robert and I, and Aunt Loretta and Uncle Don met Uncle Frank, Aunt Martha, and the boys at the hotel for brunch. We ended up at the buffet at a nearby Holiday Inn, and had a great end-of-the-weekend visit. Above is a group shot of everyone except Uncle Don, Mark, Brian, and Christina (wrong end of the table). You can even see, in the background, the other loud family group in the restaurant, of whom Uncle Frank first offered nicely to take a picture, next leapt up impressively onto a chair to get a better angle, and then proceeded to drop their camera from rather high in the air. They seemed to enjoy the episode, though, and while it doesn't compare to our two-wedding-White-Castle episode, it will probably give them something to talk about. Below is another small-group shot from brunch.