This is my favorite picture of the wedding. The happy couple with two big drunken idiots,
one of whom is trying to protect his eyes from the flash but whose aim is off by about
30 degrees, with a classy-looking drink stain on his shirt; the other one still doing the
stupid face. We left the wedding and hit the sports bar again, but the perky Irish chick
was gone. That part of the evening is kinda hazy for me; and then we went to bed and then
Aaron puked twice on the plane the next day on the way back from Houston to Austin, The End.
