Went to my brother's wedding last weekend.  It was a nice service.  The bride is really sweet, and she's going to make a great sister-in-law.  The wedding dance was fun, and there was Kareoke.  I didn't do a song, but my brother sang a nice love song to his bride.  People seemed amazed that he had a nice voice, but of course we knew that, just because he's kind of quiet and sort of a rough-neck and a smart-alec when he ISN'T quiet doesn't mean he can't sing. 

The bride's family is very nice.  They threw a bon-fire party and kegger.  That was lots of fun, but we couldn't stay late.  The bride lamented that the bon-fire was kind of small because they "didn't have any outhouses to burn this time".

My kind of people.  Fire and alcohol DO Mix and those of you who think otherwise are just a bunch of wimps. 

On the other hand, with all the running back and forth I've been doing up between here and "up nort", I've also had quite a few reminders of why I ran away and became one of those much-hated "big city libruls". 

For every girl who understands that throwing an entire out-house on top of a bon-fire the size of a small car is just good clean fun...there are a half a dozen guys who think that the height of entertainment for you is having them cornering you and making you listen to them slur incoherantly while they bungle dirty jokes. 

And just so you know, if you are looking for a place where a Christian can excape the horrible persecution of having no choice but to go to a SECULAR paintball gameplace and store...you will be thrilled to know that Bemidji is a nice, safe haven where Christians can go to a Christian paintball gameplace and store.