Right as the reception began I was informed that the boys had a bet going to see how many of them could get obscene gestures into the pictures. Hey, they are ZBTs, I knew they were going to be up to something. So I headed them off at the pass by setting up the photo booth and letting them be as obscene as they wanted to be there. Don’t be too sad, but I kept the more obscene ones in a “special” gallery and off the blog. And, no “special” gallery does not mean trash can.
PS: Notice the feisty grandmothers. One steals Gnomes, the other steals ties.
