On Saturday Leigh and I were married at St. Matthew’s Church in San Antonio. It was a very small, private affair. There were only about thirty people at the ceremony, and afterwards we ate at Mamacita’s. (I’ll try and post a couple of pics from the actual ceremony later.)
We didn’t really have time to take an extensive honeymoon, as Leigh has been studying intensely for her board exams. We took a couple of days and stayed at the Biscuit Hill Bed and Breakfast. Here we are with Diane, who owns the B&B along with her husband Dean. The food was excellent, our suite was very nice, and Diane was very sweet. It was like staying with family.
We had planned on traveling the short distance from the B&B into New Braunfels and toobing down the Guadalupe River, but unfortunately it rained. Instead, we decided to visit a local vineyard. Now, I have to say up front that Leigh and I are not the most educated wine drinkers. When I hear the word wine, I usually think of Maddog 20/20, which I understand is not held in high regard in wine circles. We were quite lucky, in that the gentleman that served us during our wine tasting put us right at ease. There was no pretentiousness, we joked quite a bit, and he even got a Tenacious D reference that Leigh made.
If you’re ever in the neighborhood try and visit Dry Comal Creek Vineyards. If you go for the tasting, ask for Randy, and I promise you’ll leave with several bottles of wine.
Incidentally, the reason that I haven’t posted since last week is because my stupid internet service has been down. Road Runner just got around to fixing it today.