Chapter 3: Maine Reception

While we were in Maine, Ross' Mom and her husband hosted a reception for us. A good number of Ross' relatives who weren't able to come out for the wedding made it to the reception, which was really nice. "Food and beer, we'll be there," was their motto. Whatever the case, it was nice to meet some of them for the first time and to see others again. They're really nice people, and Ross especially enjoyed the mini family reunion.


In addition to family, several of Ross' college and high school buddies showed up. They played some extreme version of croquet.


(Ross showing off his moves.)

Then they started with some version of Frisbee/try to hit the guy not paying attention.



Once again we had some amazing food courtesy of Ross' Mom and her husband, Phil. They are fantastic cooks, and we all ate ourselves into a state of comatose, then ate some more.

This cake they ordered from a friend was all kinds of chocolaty goodness. It was something like four layers of chocolate cake, filled with chocolate gnache, frosted with chocolate frosting and topped with white chocolate shavings. It's safe to say I got my chocolate fix for the day. I only had to fight Ross for every bite. We shared a piece (which I will never do again). His bite was about six of mine, and I was left fighting for the crumbs.