We Are The Champions [AKA] my friends

Some more history on yesterday's book/poem: Our friends Katie and Peter had Katie's bestlady/maid of honor read it (unabridged) at their wedding. I'm afraid they think we stole it from them.... Whoops! We didn't mean to! I suppose I could have said something, but I honestly didn't think of it until afterward. We also apparently also stole their first dance (Queen's We Are the Champions), I didn't know that until Peter said something to me on our wedding day! I missed their first dance because I was still eating dinner and was seated in a different room. Oh well. I'm sorry I didn't warn you that I hijacked some of your cool wedding ideas, I guess you should be flattered? Or, be glad you have such like-minded friends, or something? Anyway, I'm so sorry I didn't say anything! I suck.

Our friends rock.

At their wedding, I made a drunken toast trying to read this comic aloud:

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Thank you, Katie, for giving an equally amusing, though much more sober (looking/sounding), toast at our wedding, and letting me dance with your husband!

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Also, thank you SO much for setting up the pizza party at Hillel the afternoon before the wedding. It was so nice to have some downtime and just kickback with a beer and talk about nothing for a while. I hope we drank enough to make it worth your while to haul your delicious home-brew across town for me. Mmmmm, now I'm craving pizza and beer!