The family wedding was so-so. The ceremonies were great, but the tormenting about my tattoo and my lack of a sigificant other was rather hard to take. I spent my time talking to cousins I hadn’t seen in 10 years or so (good) and drinking so I could somehow invent some fun (bad). Unsuprisingly, fun was not forthcoming.
I spent the slow periods (ie a lot of time) thinking up scenarios involving Ol’ Panda Eyes and methods of fabricating myself a fake one for “entertainment” purposes.
It has been pointed out by Leia Ewok Village that I am not over my man fur fear. Until I have run my fingers through some fuzz and rested my tired Monkyish head upon a fur bedecked chest, I am in no way cured. You are correct in your assertion Leia.