Dancing the Fallujah Jig

Two weekends ago I was down in Washington D.C. for my cousin's wedding. It was lovely, thanks for asking.

Jews in a church, a remarkably disproportionate number of attendees who were taller than 6'6", what's not to like?? It was like "Keeping the Faith" meets the NBA, but with less Ben Stiller-like schlubiness and more college degrees.

The best part occurred about halfway through the reception, as my uncle and I stood just off of the dance floor. We were talking about nothing, when out of nowhere, my uncle perks up, points towards the crowd and declares:

"You know this is a great party-- Hans Blix is getting down!!"

And no joke, there Blixxy was, bustin' loose to the oldies. It made my month.