Pardon the absence. I was gone for a few days to attend The Older Brother’s Oldest Son’s wedding, but mostly I’ve been busy working on this:
The wedding was in Illinois, so the wedding party was limited to 50 people. How’s this for bed-wetter logic? The outdoor facility could have legally hosted two weddings with 50 people per tent, but they weren’t allowed to split a single wedding party with 100 people into two tents. So The Oldest Son and his fiancee had to tell dozens of people not to attend. Welcome to Bed-Wetter Land, otherwise known as America in 2020.
Bed-wetter issues aside, it was a lovely outdoor wedding and reception. It was nice to see people happily sharing a bar, a dining area and a dance floor without wearing masks. I tweeted about that, and of course the bed-wetters jumped in to tell me how irresponsible the event was.
Yeah, I guess the three doctors attending the wedding should have warned us about our suicidal behavior … but they were too busy enjoying themselves.
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