Marriage. Marriage is what brings us together today. Or last Saturday as the case may be. And in this case it is. It's not everyday that one's, my, sister gets married which might make one, you, wonder if such a singular and extraordinary event is really a fitting subject matter for a venue dedicated to exalting the mundane and elevating the ordinary. But as is so often the case, there are an awful lot cases floating around here today, even the most unique and remarkable moments occur at the confluence of so many strands of the completely ordinary. And in that case, maybe I should hire a private investigator to look into these cases, there is certainly plenty of opportunity for transcribing one's, me again, experience of the mundane in light of that which is anything but. Which brings us to the case, or maybe I'll use these cases to pack for my trip next week, in point. A case, to bad their not bookcases I could use a few more of those, which happily includes our old friend toast. Because everything is better with breakfast food. It is common at weddings for the members of the bridal party, and may I just say that I was life of that party, to offer a toast to the bride and groom. Not the warm buttery kind but the kind comprised of words and well wishes which are nice I suppose but much harder to eat and not nearly as tasty. And this was the case, ok I've got nothing, at my sisters wedding. So after three rounds of lovely toasts of the worded variety I decided it was only appropriate that someone offer the happy couple an equally nice but much tastier, if somewhat less eloquent, toast. And thanks to the wonders of modern technology you can experience the magic of that moment for yourself here.
Next time we'll answer an age old question that has plagued mankind for centuries. A question the depth and implications of which confound modern science, defy reason, and divide families. Is flat good or bad?