My wife and I attended three wedding in three consecutive weekends this summer: Indianapolis, Cleveland and Austin. If hanging out in a suit in blistering Al Gore summer heat and navigating the social complexities of that American ceremony don’t seem scintillating enough for you let me just say this: I was able to witness a priest having a meltdown, see bats dropping guano on a wedding head table, observe how we are all doomed if anyone notices our waistlines at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum, and deliver a reverse love wedding toast. So there…  [ read more ]