11 years ago, we made everyone fly to Kentucky in the snow (I think there was snow – I could be wrong) to watch us get married and then get hammered. (Sounds like we were the only ones who got hammered. Far from it, my friends.)
Happy anniversary to us!
Table 7 (the Connick table)
FARRRRRRRR far from it. Right, Betty?
There prolly was snow. None this year tho.
Don’t hide behind your anonymity, Table 7! I haven’t the faintest idea of what you’re talking about.
Don’t call out your mother, Table. Not nice. And, Betty, we know you don’t remember; that’s exactly the point. O_o
I remember everything, foolish children.