Over the weekend, I met what must have been all of Christy's family. Her brother got married on Saturday, and accordingly, the Powers clan gathered to celebrate. Coming from a family that is smaller and more geographically displaced, I am not used to a family that is a big as the Powers. So many people to meet, and a surprising number of whom who have read this site. Thanks y'all for reading, it is appreciated.

I did not take many pictures of the wedding, as there were cameras everywhere. I figure why photograph when someone else will? The hired paparazzi, er wedding photographers, spent the day getting up in everyone's business a bit too much—they got me in the middle of dancing foolishly on the dance floor—but their annoying up-close photographic style is bound to make some nice pictures.

I did take a few shots my afternoon activity, tubing. Bob Prokop (a.k.a. Uncle Bob) took a few of us out on the water and dragged us behind the boat in a suped-up inter-tube called the Tsunami Blaster. The goal is to hang on for dear life while you get bumped around the wake behind the boat. We all got tossed around a good bit, and it was a great way to spend the afternoon.

It was a long weekend, but I had a good time. Get that many people together, and there is bound to be a good time. The next big gathering for me will be for my brother, next year around this time, at his wedding in west Texas. It has been a while since all the Allens have mustered. While there will not be tubing, there will be a gun range, and I am pretty darn excited about that.