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Another shout out (and later in the day than I'd meant), this one to Jorge and Tanya, celebrating three years today. If you'd like to go back and visit that magical day, get a time machine. However, if you'd like a peek at the vows, Jorge has kindly posted them. For impact, though, I don't think anything will match Jorge's speech, which when a little like this:

"Well, first of all I'd like to th--" BOOM! LIGHTNING! POURING FUCKING RAIN!

Jorge was denied his speech by some very inclement weather. And the Dutch--but that's a different story.

Anyhow, I love you guys. And that's not just the third glass of wine talking.

K, Maybe l'l bit.
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kris said…
Why must everyone keep bragging about drinking? I can hardly stand it . . .

Oh yeah, and happy anniversary, Jorge.
8:45 am
Dave said…
Hey, you're off drinking but you can still take Ludes, right? Ludes are a good time.
8:58 am
kris said…
Mmmm. Ludes. I'm pretty sure the high I experience just from watching Lost is illegal. That show is intoxicating.

OPEN THE HATCH! OPEN THE HATCH! Kate, drop the backpack; you're gonna blow!
Holy hell! She's gonna steal Claire's baby!
IT'S THE OTHERS! IT'S THE OTHERS!
Kate and Jack just kiss already!!!!
2:56 pm
Anonymous said…
Thanks, Buddy.

Katie, are you elegantly wasted?

or Elephantly wasted? (That means WASTED A LOT!)
3:27 pm
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