Here's the sign, so you knew exactly where you were. We got those woven mats the night before for the July 4th on the beach bit. They're like, $3 at every other freakin' corner store. Not to people wanting to visit Waikiki: No need to buy any beach stuff at all. Don't bother bringing towels, mats, bathing suits, snorkling crap or whatever. Don't think you should bring it if you have it, because it's even cheaper there than anywhere else. Seriously.
The wedding spot. Yes, it was lovely. But everywhere you see patches of sun, think 90 degrees and direct sunlight. The surrounding trees were a nice haven once the ceremony was over. There were rumors of bugs, but I think the heat killed most of them.
Amy, on her way down the grass aisle. We didn't worry about taking photos while up there. I mean, really, nobody was looking at us.
Adam, putting the final touches on the ceremony. Days before, he qualified himself to marry one couple while in Hawaii. However, he spent the rest of the night at the bar trying to convince people otherwise.
Adam, Nelms, Julie and Linda checking out Adam's certification.
Julie and Brandon. I felt bad for Brandon and his Navy buddies, because even the nice Hawaiian shirts Brandon gave us were hot. I can't imagine full sleeves and whatever else. At least it was white, though.
Amy's girls strike a pose for the photographer. She was from Europe somewhere. I guess she had some kind of vision and artistry. Whatever it was, it didn't involve bringing a cell phone that worked or being careful where she stepped. (She crushed Adam's sunglasses.)
