Ah, yes. That's love.

Several weeks ago T-Bag and Jildo took the big dip dip. And, of course, Big Red (the Ansel Adams of the carpet industry) was there to document it all--the friends, the food, the fun, the floor. Below are but a few of the more than 150 shots from the evening. Thus I present another very special Mabel photo essay, entitled "What's that on the bridge of my nose? Ah, yes. That's love."


Team Snakin proving that a good time was indeed had by all. Standing in here for my bro is Machismo Vincenzo Olio (DG of Minnehoho), who my mother has always considered a poor man's Dean Martin. And while I don't have much to say on that, I will agree that DG sure did consume (and entertain) like ol' Deano.
Rowboat and MRL--a classic combination. Like trout and Dr. Pepper. Orange Shasta and Honey Baked Ham, Gorgonzola cheese and Corn Flakes.


It was an extra-special weekend for T-Bag, as his uncle, Dennis "Mittens" Skulkirk (pictured front and center), was able to make it to the wedding after a four-month fishing jaunt to the East Bank. He's grizzled for sure, though he doesn't look bad for 45.

No one steals the spotlight quite like Jimmy Q. Statson.


I take that back. There is one person. And his name is "Jazz Hands."

One of many, many, many pictures of the floor. Just so happens that this one caught Big Red's finely sculpted calves and fine linen shorts.


What you can't really tell in this photo is that someone is feeding this to DG. Not only that, DG has no idea what on-a-stick item he's eating. AND he doesn't seem to care.














No bones about it, this was the weekend of DG.


















Money shots, a tit grab, and an angry squat.

















The only thing to do when your best man brings up "The Goat" (your 6'8'' volleyball-playing gorilla-resembling ex-girlfriend) in his toast is to laugh and pretend like you don't want to punch him in the balls for doing so.













T-Bag and Uncle Mittens.

















Proof that, if hungry enough, you CAN swallow an entire double-decker taco.
















Creepy.


















Well, 'twas indeed a fabulous weekend. Feel free to share your thoughts/memories from the weekend. And if you have any pictures you would like me to post, bring 'em--especially if they include DG.