Weddings: Dig it!

So Lester and I visited home about a week ago, under the guise that we were going to a wedding. In reality, however, we were uncovering a major conspiracy involving Iatola MacCormliky. We hadn't heard of him either, but an anonymous letter was left at our doorstep, telling us he was the guy. As it turns out, he's planning on opening his own line of Mexican food restaurants. Another case closed.

The wedding, in related news, was great. The reception was good too; the food, while not normal fare for such an occasion, was quite good. No disrepect to my hosts, but usually I tend to dislike wedding receptions where booze is another attraction, and this wasn't an exception. Probably the smell of breath, and the increased possibility of 'that weird uncle' to start doing 'that weird dance'. It was all ok, though, because Lester and I got to talk to my cousin Candi, who is awesome. Oh, and I got to catch up with some old classmates of mine, too, which was great. It makes me realize how little I've changed physically compared to others in my class, or maybe it seems that way because I'm always with myself. Just maybe.

So what had I learned from all this? Don't provide alcohol at a wedding reception. The guests still have to give gifts if they come, and because they leave at an earlier time, you have more time for honeymooning.

Half-way through the wedding reception, Lester became possessed by some demonic spirit. We wish them the best.