In the past two evenings I've consumed enough beer to kill a rhino. But boy have I had a good time!

My brother got married yesterday. Little Mikey is all growed up and now I have a sister-in-law with the same name as myself. I was sad to have to go to the wedding dateless since the lovely Darren had to work this weekend, but I had a great time nonetheless. I got to see the "southern Morleys" who live - sort of, at least - in Orlando. I hadn't seen Tom, my cousin, for ten years. He's a chopper pilot in the army now and he just returned from Korea. Some free advice from Tommy - if anyone ever offers you a free ticket to Korea, burn it. And then punch that lousy individual in the nose.

I also got to see Romain and Emilie, Tom's siblings. As of a couple of weeks ago, Romain is an Army Ranger. He disappeared last night for a while and everyone was worried. He was later found puking in an alley, but we couldn't help but chuckle that we were worried about the kid who just finished the army's (arguably) most grueling training wandering drunk around Tower. And Emilie! She is absolutely gorgeous. There is no doubt in my mind this girl could be a model.

I was drunk enough to dance. I danced a lot. Dancing in public is bad news. Yikes.

Mike showed up at the church for pictures before the wedding yesterday, leaned over and whispered, "I'm fucking loaded." By 12:30 in the afternoon, Mikey had consumed fifteen beers. I couldn't help being mildly impressed. He and the groomsmen drank through pictures...drank before the wedding...drank after the wedding. In fact I'm pretty sure the only time they weren't drinking is when Mike's mouth needed to be available to say his vows rather than chug cheap beer.

All in all, I think a good time was had by most, if not all. Oh yes, and Aurora? Pete was looking for you yesterday. Pete in a tux...boy did you ever miss out!