Proof that I have gotten down.

One of the few surviving picutres of yours truly in his barong and yarmulke, at least, one of the few surviving ones that I actually like, is displayed. I am, at the time, believe it or not, dancing. Joey is playing the accordion. Festivities were happening all around, and I have been known to cut a rug from time to time. Of course, I am a much more accomplished traditional dancer. I can polka with the best of 'em, honestly. Waltz, hell yeah. Two-step is probably my favorite, though. I'm kinda old-fashioned, sometimes.

Just a blurb and a picture from the wedding of the century before I head out for the weekend.