I think I might finally be recovered from my friend's wedding last Saturday.
My original plan was to have dinner, limit myself to two drinks, and take off after dessert.
What actually happened was that the combination of a well-stocked open bar, an awesome 70s/80s cover band (Check out their hilarious site: L80s Nite), and the bride's decision to not do the cake until the band's first break resulted in me being one of the last to stumble out of the place, shortly after a particularly spirited rendition of the Beastie Boys classic "Fight for Your Right."
Suffice it to say, Cathy's sorry she had to miss it. I suspect that there are incriminating photos of me on someone's digital camera, though.