The evening closes at it should: With me looking ridiculous. 

The evening closes with a dangerously toxic round of drinks, meant to be served in shot glasses but somehow ending up in much larger volumes. 

Lurrve! 

For some reason I took a picture of myself in the bathroom mirror. Listen, I'd had a lot to drink by then. 

Again proving that attractive people stick together, Sabrina and Mike rock the traditional clothing as hard as the formal clothing. 

Mike and his aunt Patty catapault the front porch into full color. 

Cake is love! 

And quickly becomes more photographed than the fall of the Berlin Wall. 

The cake-cutting begins! 

Reema and Momin get down to the tough business of organizing guests and making sure all signatures are PG-13 or better. 

To regain the diginity of the greeting table, Jo and Mike replace me. 

From left to right: Thumbs-up, Samar, drunken idiot, Reema, Lisa, second thumbs-up. For those of you who've lost count, that's a two-thumbs-up picture. 

The wedding party does what we can to help. Mostly, we stay out of the way of the people who already know what they're doing. 

At La Rosa: The hall is ready, the stage is set, and 10 courses of wedding dinner are waiting for me to devour them. 

Bellinis at Milestones! 

Bad asses. 

Is it hot at Markham Civic Center, or is it just Momin and Reema? 

The Khouri sisters. 

Elsewhere, the groomsmen half-assedly pose for their own memories. Because I am unable to stop talking ever, I am caught looking like Mousillini. 

Then they urge me to "take the fucking picture already." 

Post-ceremony: The bridesmaids look hot. 

The best part of doing wedding photos during the Unionville festival? All kinds of neat stuff to pose by. 

...all aboard for commitment, marriage, happiness, love. 

...heading off on the path they've found... 

Looking back on the path they've followed...