Family Debauchery

Last night I returned from a weekend trip to St. Louis to attend my cousin Megan's wedding. One of my favorite highlights of the evening was her 83-year-old grandfather, who danced the night away at the reception. He even had a good dance or two with a lady in gold who came to be known as " the glamour girl from Nashville."

And then there's the case of my uncle Mike, father of the bride, seen here in the back of his truck sporting a helmet, wielding a golf club, and in the drive-thru at White Castle, no less.

Sometimes there's just nothing quite like that special brand of debauchery, en famille.