  Whoever said I originally let him go? So I never told you all about my brother's wedding. It was a blast, but nothing happened that would shock many of you readers out there.
Some people drank too much, my brother did a hilarious dance to "get" the garter, my mom complained about the photographer eating dinner at one of the guest tables, etc, etc. After the reception, a group of us, including my bro and Sylvia, all went to Sylvia's parents' room to drink Polish vodka, meat, and pickles.
Those Poles sure know how to party! Her mom was dragging everyone at the reception on the dance floor during the Beer Barrel Polka...and when the DJ played "Believe" by Cher. American Idol: If Nikki doesn't get the ax tonight I'll have to seriously reconsider taking up a career in the music biz. It's obvious you don't need talent. It seems to me all you need is a belly-button ring and some really shiny lipstick. Heck, I can do that! 
