nic gets as camp as a row of tents I quite liked my brother's date, even though she became slobberingly drunk on the free booze. Many people oohed and ahhed as they saw him with a girl for the first time. There was something oddly touching about the sight, I have to admit. Nic will never get married, but it was fun to at least watch him with an escort.

russia's greatest love machines Ahh, Boney M. I used to be a big believer in chorus kicklines, or conga lines, or really anything that allowed sweaty dancers to touch & dance togther. This is one chorus line that I wanted to observe, rather than participate in. Just looking at this picture boggles my mind! Imagine: a kickline composed of a priest, a student, a geneticist, a punk rocker, a teenager, a retired man, an ex-air force computer programmer, a carpenter and a school secretary! 'Twill never happen again. Luckily we had a camera on hand!

the minds of babes My flower child holds hands with my cousin's baby. They're together so much at the reception that you'd think he was involved in the whole thing instead of just being very photogenic. Scott said that he saw her being photographed at one point during the night. He says that she turned slightly and unself-consciously to give Jason a better angle, without being coy or vain or any of that. Scott thought of a quote he'd once heard about Natalie Portman, how one day the girl will rule the world. Then he looked at my flower child and knew that he wanted to be there when she takes over.

hell's belle Behold the lovely DJ Shannon. Not only did I have the coolest wedding dj ever, but I also had the prettiest. Many people offered the insight that she was the first wedding dj they'd seen without a moustache. I'd like to think that I had the only wedding reception in the building's history to feature the Smiths, the Sisters of Mercy, Time Warp, Spirit of the West, B-52's and three Cure songs, but I'd love to be proved wrong (as long as you invite me, that is).