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Sensing a friend in need of a good, long girl-talk, I wound up calling kellinator, and we had a most delightful time sharing stories of, you know, stuff.

I must therefore write up a somewhat coherent account of what, exactly, transpired at the Bachelor Party from Hell. I'd started getting into the (literal) fireworks when her battery started dying.

It was, in all, an interesting party/wedding, especially when the would-be best man is permafried and doesn't organize worth shit, and has to be replaced as best man at the last minute. (I organized the bachelor party, and it was... memorable. For reasons outside of my immediate control.)

Much silliness, in all.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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