... A line was formed. Pretty much anyone that could be snagged was roped into taking pictures. When we ran out of people, aunt moved all the flowers onto the piano and started posing cousin in various settings. Until she finally ran off downstairs to get a bite to eat. Which was OK since the parents and friends were taking pictures of themselves. Downstairs was another sea of madness. A ravenous swarm of locusts actually, as all the food was gone. Just a few dishes picked clean. So, after a few pics and a quick drink, back upstairs to find ... ... more picture taking! I shan't bore you with the hour of picture taking that followed, or the half hour of cleaning up the church. What I will say is that cousin's many friends were nowhere to be found during this particular stage of the event. Humph. But what did follow was simply another enjoyable late night family event. One of a vanishing few remaining. The cousins in the car (I drove). The family dinner. The late night. And of course the really late night car arking futility in Brooklyn. Doh. Needless to say, it was a lot of fun. . . . . . . . . . . So today at work the big mistakes kept rolling on in. And yet I wasn't fired ... yet. But after the tornado that is my job, I'm not too sure that was such a good thing.