Sunday, August 3, 2008

Stupid Wedding Injuries


There are two welts about three inches above my waist, on my lower back. Precisely where you would find the clamps that anchor one's suspenders.

It started with some mean windmills and moonwalking- although the esteemed J.T., age 3, eclipsed my performance. I will follow his breakdancing career with interest.

It ended with an old Filipino lady hustling me back over to the dance floor to complete my Vanilla Ice- ne Robert Van Winkle- impression, which, I must say ROCKED, but also chewed up my knee, to the point of limping. I am clearly too old for this.

Clearly, this is a filler post- just a way to give a nod to family and friends.


Congrats, Bro, and Sis ( in-law, we aren't hillbillies, although we sometimes act inbred). Rocktacular wedding. Not only was a good time had by all, but you've given me an excuse to post a photo of Vanilla Ice on the blog, which is really all anybody could ever want, you know? Oh, and I'm glad you are married, too.