...the oh-so hilarious joke my Aunt just made during her speech at the rehearsal dinner. Luckily this was one of the few awkward moments thus far. Brotherlockskey and I are a bit sleep-deprived, but have been kept well-fed with a constant stream of cliche New England fare: fried clams, lobster, chowder, cider donuts... Currently in a barn, on a pumpkin patch/apple farm, where the leaves are changing. Full NE saturation.