Like my cousin's wedding this weekend.  What could be more interesting to the world at large than my cousin's wedding?  Of the four cousins, 3 are now married, leaving modest me as the single hold out.  If true love is the answer, then narcissism is my philosophy

Cousin Caryn's wedding to the man with the same first name as her brother Eric was quite nice!  It was an informal ceremony with family and friends, good food, and GREAT drinks.  Let us take a moment to thank the bartender--he did fine work.

The only problem with the wedding was the bouquet toss--where the lucky woman who catches the bride's bouquet soon meets the man of her dreams.  I missed the actual toss because I was refilling the punch bowl with Brandy Old-Fashioned.  Caryn was blind folded and spun to dizziness.    I was aware of something hitting me in the butt...the true impact was a few seconds later when the dead silence was replaced with lots of laughter.  Instead of a lovely bridesmaid catching the bouquet, Caryn, while blindfolded, had drilled me in the ass with it.  Well, looks like I am soon to meet the man of my dreams.