Pics from Brad and Christy's wedding

And there were we, a gaggle of hoary-headed hooligans removed, yea, from the confines of societal obligation or dignity or decorum, with an iPod that rocked magnanimous jollies and awash in an open bar upon which beer flowed like wine; and like day-hence ewe lambs we drank from the swollen teats of the moment, until, forsooth, not even a romantic interlude upon a piano between two consenting male cousins was seen as anything wholly debaucherous.

We even got it on camera.