Golf at Bachelor Party Group 1 (from left to right): Dante, Eric (best man 1), Brian (the groom), and Ernie. Thanks to Grandpa Bob for the picture.
Golf at Bachelor Party Group 2, The Currans and the Hourihan (from left to right): Uncle John, Dave, Grandpa Bob, and Kevin. Thanks to Grandpa Bob for the picture.
Golf at Bachelor Party Group 3, (from left to right): Sean S., myself (best man 2), Jason H., and Michael W. Thanks to Grandpa Bob for the picture.
Brian being assaulted by Peyton Manning on the morning of his wedding day.
The Kappotises and me.
S.Fox, myself, and The Olse
Me with the man, the myth, the Hourihan.
Me with Mr. and Mrs. Brickley, parents of the groom.
I finally have a picture with Mr. and Mrs. Robert Curran.
The best men with Mr. and Mrs. Brian Brickley and the maid of honor.
The wedding party.
No, this is not Mitt Romney.
Outside of St. Ignatius Church at Boston College.
Brian birdied this scenic 9th hole here at Bear Hills Golf Club Friday afternoon.
That is me and Peyton Manning (yes, that is his real name) overlooking the 9th hole at Bear Hills Golf Club in Stoneham, MA.
The bride with her bridesmaids.
Jennifer with her parents.
The Brickleys.
Me with Brian's good friends from Boston College. Brian may not have had many friends from Saugus, but I'm so glad that he met great people at BC.
The full text of my best man speech. What I said mirrored precisely what I prepared (remember, I didn't read it off from paper).
The happy couple's first dance.
From left to right: Michael, Steve Salizar, Andrew, and Jordan.
Now THIS, is Club GQ.
Apparently, Brian got a little bit too aggressive feeding Jennifer.
Me and Moe. The late Mr. Butch would appreciate this picture.
Dante and his girlfriend. Good timing jumping into the picture Eric.
Jennifer sharing a dance with her father.
After all these years, Grandpa Bob still has it.
Remember Sal, I haven't forgotten what you did to me and Brian at Gillette Stadium in the summer of 2003.
Mr. and Mrs. Jordan Burke.
God bless them for being together for the longest time.
Andy, myself, and The Olse (no surprise, he is not sober).
F*** Muhammad Ali. It's Bob Watkins.
Mr. and Mrs. Brickley with friends and family members from Boston College.
Paging Timur Pakay, remember the deal I made with you on the night of Brian's bachelor party: if Bob is the next man to get married, I'm heading down to visit you in New York City with one entire night paid for by me. The visit will include visits to Scores, and any restaurant of your choice in NYC. Consider this the written agreement.
After the wedding at the Brickleys' home.
