I had the honor of attending the wedding ceremony of a great couple, Alastair Tarbett and Juri Jeon. I’ll let the pictures tell the story…
As Joe Walsh REO Speedwagon (thanks Nomad) said, “you can tune a piano but you can’t tuna fish”. We did however enjoy tasty morsels from this one after the ceremony.
Some of the guests hanging around outside on the deck. The wedding took place on a floating wedding hall docked alongside the Han River.
Alastair’s parents flew in from Glasgow, Scotland for the big event. Another big event, the Iceland volcano, almost prevented them from getting here, but they persevered through various trials and tribulations and made it to the “church” on time.
This trio regaled us with fine music…
Jee Yuen poses with the parents of the groom…
One of the more handsome guests in attendance…
Alastair awaits his cue…
The bride is escorted up the aisle by her soon to be father-in-law.
Ain’t she sweet?
I’m not sure what is going through Alistair’s head as he makes his way up the aisle…
The traditional bow before the vows…
They both said “I do”. Well, technically Juri said “nea” which we all understood to be “yes”.
A kiss for the bride…
…a bow to the parents…
…and a demonstration of strength as required by Korean custom…
The cutting of the cake which symbolizes the joining of the two families…
I’ll be attending Margaret and Matt’s wedding in June…
The Orrico family minus Dan who had TDY in Hawaii…
Jim Dewey looking dapper as usual…
Even all the ducks were in a row… (ahem).
The newly married Alistair demonstrating his ability to multitask.
Juri and Jee Yuen.
The bride shows off her sexy shoes…
Alan’s kilt was a real chick magnet. I’m thinking I should celebrate my Scottish heritage and get one too….
So the wedding party moved from the Han river to Dolce Vita…
…and of course a dart tournament broke out…
…and a good time was had by all…
Congratulations to Alastair and Juri!
“As Joe Walsh said, “you can tune a piano but you can’t tuna fishâ€.”
Wasn’t that REO Speedwagon?
Damn Nomad, you are correct! The 70s memories are a bit of a fog for me for some reason.
I must have been thinking of the Walsh classic “the smoker you drink, the player you get”. Or something like that.