And now I introduce, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas James Simspon!

In a delightful, yet breezy, ceremony in Nags Head, NC, the Senator Tom Simspon of New York was married to Jennifer (danger is her middle name) Wilson. Among featured guests were your humble author, Dennis (who, along with fellow lammie/usher, Derek Broka, performed masterfully at escorting 69% of the female wedding attendants to their seats, including TJ's almost 18-year old unnamed cousin - whoah), one James Freeland, about 25 slightly overweight Alabamans, Satan, the usual slew of uncomfortable Aunts and Uncles, everyone's good friend Ophelia, and Vanilla Ice (whose female stunt double performed at the reception in one of the greatest live renditions of "Ice Ice Baby" ever witnessed - brought the house down).

The entire weekend was a whirlwind affair with a pleasant mixture of responsibility and silliness. We managed to behave as badly as possible amidst the commands of our senior drill instructor/wedding coordinator. The cottage which played host to nearly 20 guests, the welcome dinner, rehearsal/rehearsal dinner, and ceremony was an ideal setting. Complete with a gourmet kitchen for Tom to indulge in his culinary delights and a game room on the bottom floor, which provided the backdrop for 2005's beerpong Comback Players of the Year (keep an eye out for the season on DVD entitled: "3D: Dennis, Derek, Domination".

My complements to all involved - even with backstage passes all seemed well put together - the little touches always tickle me too, like the personalized M&M's, the flip flops that leave an imprint in the sand reading "Just Married", the bite-sized meatball subs as appetizers, etc. Even the foxtrot lessons appeared to have paid off...

So, from GTB, congrats my man.

And there was much rejoycing.