Saturday was Mark and Tara’s wedding. I don’t want to go too far into it, but I did want to send out a huge congratulations to the newlyweds. Mark looked so happy and I wish them the best.As for me, I learned a valuable lesson. Free drinks does not equate to “all you can drink.” I’m pretty sure that Saturday was the drunkest I’ve been in years.Usually I’m kept on the straight and narrow because of having to drive home, but couplea DD with free scotch and I’m headed for disaster. I’m bruised in no less than fourplaces, one of them pretty much debilitating my whole left shoulder. What’s injuredeven more though is my ego. All in all I feel really really terrible, andthe worst part is that I can’t remember what I did or didn’t do to embarrass myself.Thank you, thank you, Keri for putting up with my drunk ass. I promise to never utterthe words “Never Eat Shredded Wheat” ever again. Aside from all the debauchery, Idid have two special moments of the night … My favorite called me the sweetest name(which isn’t so sweet, but I’m keeping it to myself) and Skippy referred to her andI as the “swallowsof capistrano” mmm :)