Tuesday, February 22, 2005
My Dad was married on Friday. I was (as always) the Best Man (in the county). An intimate affair, speeches were not required; nor, thank the Lord, was a stag night. I said a few words and proposed a toast to the happy couple. My excessive nerves were rewarded with a hip flask and a half bottle of whisky. Ahhh, father, truly I am thy son.
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