Uncle Nasty is in the Air

Some of you may know how I spent my Valentine's Day this 2008, but for those of you who don't, I think the experience is best relayed through rhyme. Get out your tea and crumpets.

Ahem...

'Twas the day of St. Valentine, and all through the Rockies,
The bachelors were trembling, right down to their sockies.
Shivering at Red Rocks, amongst spattering snow,
Waited dozens of couples, to give marriage a go.

Uncle Nasty was pastor; yours truly, Best Gent,
And pot-bellied Cupid came and blessed the event.
The brides in their parkas and grooms in their gloves
All rubbed their noses and promised their loves.

Vows were spoken, frozen snot rearranged,
And with frostbitten fingers, icy rings were exchanged.
And up on the hilltop, without further ado,
Shouted a chorus voices, "Why not, I do!"

Or, if you're not into the whole poetry thing, check out this link. You'll see me, resplendent in a dashing blue suit, for about 30 seconds. And that Cupid fellow for longer than you might thing to be prudent.

http://cbs4denver.com/entertainment/red.rocks.weddings.2.654508.html

That's all ya'll. I'm spent. All my words have went.
No more rhymes now, I mean it...

love,
Josh

(b'Gosh)