The weekend has passed and I think the fuzzy inbetweenish state of was-that-reality-or-a-dream-and-dear-God-tell-me-I-just-thought-that-and-didn't-actually-say-it has passed along with it. However, little tidbits of Friday and Saturday nights are coming back to me from various sources and it turns out there's quite a bit that has slipped my mind. For example: how did I end up sleeping face-down on the basement couch Friday night, fully clothed, contacts in, and my feet on the pillow rather than the other way around?

Since Mike and my sister-in-law (I have a sister-in-law!) are off honeymooning, we're left taking care of their mutt. That means for the rest of the week I will have a lovely canine alarm clock that "goes off" (whining and licking) at around six every morning - later if I'm lucky, earlier if I'm not. Pray for my luck, I beg you.

I've got five rolls of film in processing from the wedding, mostly the reception. I don't remember taking half of them, so they should be interesting to see. My dad also bought 20 disposable cameras to put on the tables so there are going to be obscene numbers of drunken wedding people pictures floating around the house in the next few weeks.

I think I forgot to mention my dad doing the macarena. Anyone who has met my old man knows this is kind of a big thing. At the time I was too incoherent to realize it, but I really hope there are pictures.

And last but not least...I totally forgot. Maybe the alcohol hasn't stopped wreaking havoc on my system yet after all.