The Payne Society Page

This last weekend my Uncle Mick got married. He married (now Aunt) Beverly. She’s great and we all love her. She’s been around a few years and since she has survived several holidays with the, sometimes-rough-around-the-edges-loud-and-obnoxious-but-always-lovable, Payne’s, I think we can assume that she successfully passed the hazing phase and can be called a full fledged member of the Payne Clan.

I have to say that one of Beverly’s great qualities is her impeccable taste. They had a spectacular wedding and I will attempt to sum it up here. The bride looked beautiful and she had four attends dressed in sky blue, two of which were my Uncle’s two daughters, Shannon and Tiffany. The wedding was beautiful and meaningful, I guess, since I spent most of it in the lobby with Isabelle.


The reception was beautiful at the Firestone Country Club. There was (notably) two ice sculptures, and little waiters bombarding you with appetizers as you entered the room. The center pieces were amazing. And, one thing of my favorite things was that the wedding party table had the wedding party, and guest(s) both seated there. It was a double wide, super long table, like a big family table, while everyone else was seated at round tables. Candles sparkled everywhere. The DJ played almost nothing but oldie love songs. The food was wonderful, prime rib being a highlight. And another favorite for us non-drinkers, was the coffee bar at the end, complete with whipped cream and chocolate shavings.


Beside all of the wonderful details Mick & Bev thought of, it was so good to see all of our family, and the music wasn’t so loud that we couldn’t talk. So we sat and talked and danced and ate and laughed. And of course, Isabelle was the bell of the ball. She danced with Oma and Opa, ate cake and mashed potatoes, and finally fell asleep mesmerized by the disco ball.