Pickled

So, the weekend went off as promised, and here I sit, relatively unscathed - but I am finding it difficult to formulate complete thoughts. Friday night, the groom was bombarded mercilessly with shots of Jagermeister and Sourpuss (?) and (at least one, poorly-handled) funnel of beer. It was heroic, really. I purposely did not bring my camera, but, for reasons that are not entirely clear to me, most of the night's events were captured on a Dictaphone, narrated by the groom himself. I really hope this tape turns up at the wedding...

Saturday was more of the same, but with less sadistic intensity and more card games, acoustic guitars and power naps - oh those life saving power naps...

And now I am going to sleep for nine hours solid, and hope that my frayed internal circuitry repairs itself so I can function at work tomorrow.

For the groom: