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I was not looking forward to this. Forget the carrots (well, guess what, I DID forget the carrots and they're still in the fridge) but last night's wedding bash was a blast. Hey Ed, didn't see your rangy ass around; why not?

I was extremely nervous to meet 50 people I did not know but in the end they pretty much ignored me in spite of my tux and green dayglo-shirt and tie until my speech, and I rambled on about being the lame-ass idiot that I am and maybe something about the two camels I paid for Brigitte and how they can't fit in the elevator. You know me, faithful readers. All seriousness aside.

But all in all, it was fantastic. The strawberry daiquiris that I sweated over and put in a bucket were very well received, everyone was well-behaved except for the absent Dave, who would have caused a ruckus after his 18th beer but is now in Toronto,

so

it

went

very

well.

Many thanks to Arlette, that vicious vixen, and Alex, her co-conspirator, and I'm going to be returning the favor when THEY get married next month.

Pictures to follow.