More Weddings...

Our Junes are always ludicrously busy. We went to another wedding (our 3rd in two weekends).

Apparently, if you wait a few hours into the wedding reception (you know, at the height of guest drunkenness) and then drop a few hundred beach balls onto the dance floor, a spontaneous, crazy game of drunken dodgeball will ensue:


I still have to carefully select which pictures will get uploaded to Flickr. Most (if not all) of the pictures we took imply massive intoxication -- either on the part of the photographer or subject. And not always in a good way.

Take for example, the pictures of me dancing (see below). I've always worried that I look like an idiot out on the dance floor. And I have been horrified to find out that it's far worse than I could have ever imagined. Heaven forbid me ever seeing video of myself dancing...


What am I doing exactly? Pretending to be a surfer from the 80s?