Well, the wedding was very nice.

But the pre-game fender-bender was not. Just a minor accident at the 287/87 merge. After an hour of waiting for the police to show because the guy I bumped refused to call it insurance and go, we managed to make the wedding with 20 minutes to spare.

Lara looked lovely, John looked handsome, and everybody at Table 7 had a heck of a time, especially my daughter, who spent every spare moment dancing.

Pictures to come later in the week, since the digital ran out of batteries, and so did the gift shop of the Hyatt. So we had to go the old-school tossaway camera route to get the job done.

Maybe a post later, after the Raw return to USA, otherwise something of substance tomorrow.