Newlyweds

I flew down for the Southern fried wedding of Stuart and Jessica over the weekend. The First Baptist Auburn was filled with the Scottish sounds of air being blown through bags and out through tiny tubes. Men wore skirts. We ate Mac&Cheese below a giant colour-matched Chihuly sculpture. I learnt to dance again, the way we used to in primary school (spinning, spinning, spinning) and then ate 2 kinds of cake. You can't ask for more than that.

Sometimes when you don't ask, you get it anyway. The evening was rounded off - after our departure - with the ceremonial stripping of a Scottish elder. If you see a kilted, red-faced larrikin doing the Full Monty on YouTube.com in the next few weeks, you'll know from whence it came. Maybe someday soon I'll work out how to put video on this thing.