Okay, it's been long enough, it's getting re-goddam-diculous. Like two weeks? Anyhow, we made it to and from Michigan without incident and the entire experience was far out. Here you can see the Man of Honor with a big plastic ball in his hand. This was what passed for Deming's bachelor party, a co-ed bowling melee without a single topless broad (that I remember). Still a lot more swingin' than my bachelor party, which is a humbling admission, believe me.

Lookin' good, Endless Jim. This was after a full afternoon of slightly desperate R&B pumped out in the Bills basement. Personally, I was drunk. I can't speak for anyone else.


Okay, Sorend was drunk too. Anyhow, the rest of the night was a blur, mostly. Nothing like a Lansing, MI bowling alley to fuck everything up.


Here's fellow genius Mike and his soon-to-be-bride Stephanie.




Joe and Rae came all the way from their hometowns of Biloxi, MS and Altamonte Springs, FL (respectively).