Sorry to hear DR.I'll try to brighten everyone's night, maybe even yours.I know I live in Alabama and incest jokes are pretty easy, but I had AT LEAST 10 of the most uncomfortable conversations I've ever had tonight. My 2nd cousin got married with a 600 people RSVPing to attend. Lots of hot women there, but every conversation had: "How do you know (the bride)?" "I'm her cousin." "Wait, I'm her cousin." None of us are anywhere near realated, but there were many uncomfortable moments all night long. Even knowing none of us were really realated, I pretty much gave up from the onset considering my middle name is the same as 90% of the guests on the bride's side of the guest list. The "fun" basically came from countless Lebanese mother's attempting to set me up with their daughters, but having to spend several minuts trying to figure out the family tree. Talk about a small world... about 5 years ago, me and a buddy are coming back from Colorado and get stuck in Dallas for the night. A knock-out mid-eastern looking girl is at the bar and we strike up a conversation. Turns out she's a former NFL cheerleader and married to (or marrying) a guy who's the son of a guy who owns a set of restaurants in town. I knew the guy and he wasn't there, but his dad was. I guess we're cousins somehow too.

I've also been drinking, fyi. GB open bar. No liquor, but decent wine and Stella. I'm pretty sure there's on cilantro left in the continental U.S. as the catering service they used depleted it all on the dinner menu.