It was a beautiful, lavish and memorable weekend. The boy Shaw, the dreamer-schemer romanic-believer, stepped up and characterisitically lacking in nerves, hitched his wagon to the girl from Richmond, Texas. I made sure the ring was there.
Good luck to Malcolm and Alana who got married the very next day in a helicopter flying over the Las Vegas Strip. We wish we could have kept the party going in Vegas (baby)!
Austin, though, proved to be a fun town - if you're not in the bars on 6th street, the mad ones, you're in the cool open-air ranch bars of 4th street with the slightly older crowd. It was the first day of class and suddenly there were 8-9000 students on these streets. We naturally wore our Road Trip (American Wedding 2008) T-shirts and cowboy hats. Is there such a thing as a British Urban cowboy?
Congrats to the Nunans-Shaws and the Duncansons!