Now I’m Dancing

We interrupt this droll wedding story for photos from the event. The identities of the merely related have been protected from public scrutiny through Siobhan’s judicious photoshopping.


The ceiling of Paulie’s truck is steel, glue and bits of foam.


Tom, Mom, Marguerite, Arnold and a bus driver to be named later.


A dozen of my relatives picked up cameras and ran to get a better shot.


Monday and Barry, introduced as “For the first time anywhere, Monday and Barry So&So” three times.


Monday’s sister Sandy is not actually a blonde. That is a trick of the light.


Dad and Miss Sasha hug.


Daria spins Tyler, Two.


Cousin Tony (Monday’s giant baby brother) and my brother Todd yuk it up. The resemblance is scary. We tell them apart by accident.


The Fabulous Ex-Husband(tm) and his fiancee Karen sat next to Dad at the reception. I got custody of Mom.


Auntie InExcelsisDeo with Dad, her brother. I caught them eying dessert.


Monday and Barry. They’ll make out great in the Witness Protection Program, where matching six-foot newlyweds are quite common.

For fun sometime: attend a family event and demand your relatives turn around so you can photograph their backs. Though Auntie InExcelsisDeo can’t follow directions she doesn’t issue, not a single member of my family argued with me.

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