Georgian wedding

We were fortunate to be invited to a Georgian wedding yesterday. Groom was American, bride Georgian, and their wedding ceremony was held at a park on top of Mt. Mtatsminda, which houses the landmark radio tower as well as a very well-kept amusement park for kids.

We armed ourselves with Google map printouts and a potty chair in the trunk (such a cute photo I have of Natasha sitting on it, but something tells me decorum prohibits me from posting said photo). We were remiss, however, in not taking into account the fact that Saturday was the last day during which pre-election demonstrations were permitted. Our route to the mountain was stymied by this:

and this:

By the time we made our way to the park, the wedding was over. That was pretty crushing.  But we had some time to explore with the kids before the supra (huge Georgian dinner featuring lots of wine and entertainment). So they got to ride on the choo-choo.

And we got to take some photos overlooking the city. We could actually see our house from here.

With a little luck (and a chance sighting of other diplomatic cars while we were circling in search of the restaurant), we made it to the reception.

There was an obscene amount of food. This was just the first course.  Due to little girl bedtimes, we ended up leaving before the main course was served (two hours into the dinner), but we were all already completely stuffed.

There was great entertainment. These guys demonstrated why Georgia is famous for its male choirs.

My girls were enthralled by the dancers.

And even did a little entertaining themselves.

I debated including most of these photos because they are all so terrible, but I figure anyone who was reading this blog for the photography is long gone ...