We just got back from Portland, Maine, where we were celebrating the marriage of our friends, Karl and Mary. Portland is a great town – go to the Flatbread pizza shop if you’re ever there. The wedding reception was held out on a big boat. Towards the end of the night, Patrick and I were dancing to a slow song, when Patrick stopped and peered down between our friend Chris’ legs.

Chris’ butt

Chris had slid down the boat’s red handrail.