I AM BANGED UP PRETTY BAD

And yet I suffer through a full day's work. I'm such a trooper!

I just flew in from Florida, and boy are my Hora muscles tired (zing!). It could have been the Hora, or it could have been The Chicken Dance, or it could have been sleeping on the floor of a hotel room roughly the size of a package of Canadian cigarettes with 4 (or was it 5?) other people, but I am pretty banged up today. Boy howdy do I love Jewish weddings, though.

Truly it hurts to have your first coffee break at work a paltry 4.5 hours after your red-eye landed. But aside from the odd hallucination here and there I've got a big fat sack o' good memories from the weekend. Most notably, of course, the errant groping from 3 different grandmothers. Wow.

I'd also like to mention the breakdancing contest I had with the bride's 83 year-old grandfather, the (afore-mentioned) Alumni-only Chicken Dancing, the bride's-maid-themed debauchery in a hotel room roughly the size of a package of Canadian cigarettes with 4 (or was it 5?) other people in the room, swimming in the Gulf during a small craft advisory (painful nipple erections), the manatees, and the yarmulke that absolutely will not come off until all wedding activities have been completed (up to, and including said bride's-maid-themed debauchery).

L'chaim!