Over Memorial Day Weekend, Mr. and Mrs. Random Doubt, Youthlarge, and I headed to Bar Harbor, Maine for the good times.
If you haven't seen Mondale in awhile, I think he weighs less than me now. He's been eating well and running regularly. So, naturally, he had been fantasizing for a long time about fast food. In fact, in the weeks leading up to the event, that is all he talked about. It almost seemed like his old bud Weasel was merely an afterthought compared to Burger King.
So Many Choices
After a stop in MA for the evening, we continued our journey on Saturday. Finally, we arrived in Bar Harbor after some food mishaps. Weasel came right over to visit.
The view from the second floor.
Sunday: The Day of the Wedding
A family of Weasels: Little brother, the cousin of Weasel, and the Weasel himself stroll in for brunch all Reservoir Dogs style.
After brunch, it was sightseeing time. That Bar Harbor sure is purty.
Love the Volvo and Mondale's floating head.
If you are going to have a wedding near the water, it is only polite to provide for the guests.
Mondale contemplates whether or not he needs the mosquito repellent or if he was man enough to withstand the charms of Mother Nature without it.
The Happy Couple (Not really them.)
Heading to the Spot
Bagpipes and the Bride
I've never been to a wedding before where the father of the bride walked his daughter down the aisle (or muddy path) and then turned around and married her. Pretty awesome.
More pictures are here and here. Food reviews are here, here, and here.
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