Brian’s brother, Reece, got married in Phoenix a couple weeks ago. We sure love his wife, Rachel, and I applaud the ever increasing blonde saturation in the otherwise dark Scurr family. Keeps the genetics interesting.
Brian and I had several self discovery moments over the weekend, and by self discovery, I mean age realization. Instead of being the spry, wedding veterans we are (Twinkle Toes Scurr on the dance floor, anyone?), we ate fruit at a table and acknowledged the possible Indian rhythmic influence of Justin Beiber’s latest. Never have I felt more decrepit.