Saturday night my Dad and Bonnie were married in the historic hotel we were staying at. They did a lovely job with decorations and details.
|Bonnie walking down the aisle|
|My dad and his best man, Rick|
|My dad's solo. Okay, I have no idea what he's doing. But he wasn't singing.....yet.|
|We polkaed (it was almost scary how quickly my dad and his brother jumped into this - I mean, who led?)|
|Then I pretended to Polka (it's a family thing)|
|It appears as though we may have even raised the roof a little.|
2. When my dad went up to the stage, plugged in his guitar, and sang "Beginnings" by Chicago while rocking with the band. So impressive, Dad!
|My dad, the rock star|