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I attended yet another wedding this last weekend.

Normally such an event would have me posting my own version of the classic morality play, with myself as the protaganist and the message being about the evils of alchohol abuse. Failing that, you would at least be subjected to long, introspective tracts where I wallow in self pity and profess my hatred of the human species. This was a little different though. Dont get me wrong… I’m definitely wallowing in self pity and hatred of mankind. If I were a pig and self-pity were mud then I would too busy wallowing to notice the bad metaphor.

What made this different was my lack of drinking. I stayed relatively alcohol free throughout the event and ended up carrying home (in one case literally) several of the other participants. I had been promised a place to sleep close to the wedding reception and retreated there at about 3am. After several small adventures, including a kitchen fire (not my fault for once) that left the place smelling like burnt pizza, I fell asleep on a couch and got about 3 hours of sleep.

All said, I still felt a little slow the next day. I guess a nap on a couch in a dry (smelly) room, combined with two days in the same uncomfortable clothes, leave an effect rather similar to a minor hangover. I had fun though. To Hell with the morality play.