The Wedding of the Century

Welcome to my new blog. This summer has been a complete blur to me. There have been some great moments of celebration, reflection, and new experiences. The highlights begin with the wedding of my sister. It was a better weekend than anyone could have imagined from the venues to the weather and most importantly the addition of a first round draft pick to the Slike clan. The weekend began with the rehearsal dinner night.

The rehearsal dinner took place at the Vesper Boat Club on Boathouse Row. The majority of the guests were Philadelphia natives and had never been inside one of the famous boathouses. It was a Philly influenced menu which of course included some world class cheesesteaks and IPA's.

The highlight of the night came when some suprise guests (Libby Fifer, Uncle Lou, Uncle Bruce, and Mark Murphy) blew us all away with some great renditions of music that you could tell took a lot of thought and preparation.

So this brings us to the BIG DAY. While the bridal party was getting all dolled up the guys met at Mark and Jen's house for some pre-game festivities.

We arrived at Old St. A's in Olde City Philly ushering in all of the guests and anxiously waiting for the bride to arrive. As Jenny walked down the isle with my father to meet my mom and I half way she seemed so calm and 100% ready to take this next step in her already accomplished life. She was absolutely graceful and while looking back at the congregation made eye contact with each and every person as if to let them know how greatful she was to share this experience with them.

After the ceremony everyone made moves towards the Radnor Hunt for the reception. Going into what I will consider one of the best parties I've been to EVER I knew what events would unfold. Massive amounts of dancing, laughing, singing, and just enjoying the presence of everyone involved. The band was second to none never taking a single break and the meal was more than I could've imagined.

A few good men at the reception

The guys shown above as well as many who are absent from the picture make wedding receptions an athletic contest. There were countless amounts of dance-offs, group moves, and slow motion sways. The last song of the night was decided to be Tiny Dancer in which the whole crew circled up around Jen and the Good Doctor and sang with all their might. As the song drew to a close the whole circle collapsed to a mass of people jumping up and down to the Villanova fight song rounded off with a boistrous chant of Ole.

This is one night that will never be forgotten and will be held in our hearts as one of the most memorable weekends to this day.