Yes there is the great tux, sandwiched in-between two great friends, that effortlessly slid across the dance floor on its knees to the beat of my Sharona, ma ma ma my Sharona (who is Sharona anyways?)

It was a great weekend, friends, family and food…not bad. It only was missing one thing…Tim Mcbride, for which I observed a very brief moment of silence at Maxwell's on Thursday night, amidst two deliciously hot wings and a remarkably cold lienie's honeyviesse…ah yes…and the Lord said it was good.

So congratulations to Erich and Britta on a beautiful weekend and to a wonderful life!