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Not really, it's me at my third wedding, October 29, 1994. Breathing fine, but I guess my eyes were about to fall out. Definitely a much nicer dress than the first two times:
I married dashing Cafe Moura from Pirapora, Brazil on July 24, 1986 at City Hall in my step-sister Annie's orange, flowered frock. Nicest man I ever knew. Okay dress.
At nuptials number two, May 1, 1989, I picnicked near the wrecked sandcastles of my youth with the lovely Leslie Kossoff of the Bronx. This is a postcard; she has the pictures. (I forget what I was wearing.)
Finally an outfit that rivals #3 (but natty groom Daron Harley Murphy's is even nicer) at wedding number four, April 26, 1995 atop Nohoc Mul pyramid. The photo says it all.
Now let's check the history to see about precedents.... Nope, the closest is Dad with three:
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| Mom & Dad | Dad & Susan | Mom & Seth | Dad & Denise |
