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Last night we celerbated once again the wedding of myself and Anya, my other self. This would not have been possible without the help of the Moerman's, a bunch of other people, and an invisible polka-dot elephant brought in by none other than the beatiful and insane Emily Bostram.

It was a raging success. The food was exceptional, the speakers (allow myself to introduce... myself) were punctilious, and the music was musical. Guests were treated to the mad lyrical stylings of the Patchwork B'Sharps, Chris and Jesse, and Samuel "Handlebars" Masterton, who scraped his way to joshanyaparty history with a blues guitar evocative of the sounds of the great northern seas.

The mood was levitous and jovial, and by night's end the citizenry danced with wild abandon, provoking incredulous jeers on the part of Jordan Moerman, who couldn't believe there was no alcohol involved.

A final highlight came when Josh (that's me) sang a soaring renditino of "Can't Help Falling in Love" to a cowering Jon Meisner, who giggled like the feind he is. Everybody left at this point pranced over to the porch and pounded a peculiarily peanut-shaped pinata to a pulp, ate the innards, and drove off rejoicing.

No animals were seriously hurt, but Anya did stub her toe.