The reception was what we'd planned--a large party mingling around the food and bar, catching up with one another and whatnot. As the bride and groom we managed to see everyone, at least for a bit--but had little time for food. No matter! We still pulled off the first dance--and our total lack of lessons definitely showed, though it was touching to hear the guests sing along with the song, which everyone knew (Frankie Valli's "Can't Take My Eyes Off You"--a shout-out to "The Deer Hunter" which I suppose means my buddies and me need to join the Army Rangers and go fight in Vietnam, get captured, and escape while our captors are playing Russian Roulette and one of us stays behind in Saigon and goes mad and kills himself playing Russian Roulette later. As it happens, the current Vietnamese government might have a problem with our little plan, but then they probably don't want to deal with "Brambo--First Blood"). Then cake cutting, more mingling, and back to the hotel bar for the after party.
After party was hopping, our group basically took the place over, and eventually we retired to my new sister in law's room with a late night crowd for the after-after party. With some bonding with the remaining friends, a bit of bourbon and snacks, we finally call it a night, thankful that the next morning my parents set up a farewell brunch for the guests at the hotel, which does a great job of helping cure our hangovers. Tired, hurting, but well fed, we say our goodbyes and thank yous, take a detour to find where to drop off my father in law, run the tux back to the store, and then home to relax before our super-early drive to the airport for the honeymoon . . .