I had a good weekend. The wedding was fun; my cousin was a beautiful bride; the weather was great. I enjoyed breathing clean air for a change.
Brother of the groom: gay. Not my type, but he seemed nice enough. Their family sat at the table next to ours. Overheard during dinner: bitch flew to Chicago to see Madonna in concert.
(Not that I couldn't have won if I had tried. I can be really gay if I turn it on.)