We spent Labor Day weekend in Buffalo doing some additional leg work for the wedding. We met with the DJ. We met with the officiant. But neither one of these visits would make for a particularly interesting story...

The highlight of the trip for me was the domed ceiling above the dance floor at the reception hall. Now, it may have just been the acoustics or the room, or it may have been mic'd up somehow, but it had the most amazing echo chamber effect. Since we had the room to ourselves, I immediately put my hands together to make "hand fart" noises (I'm a very mature 29 years old...). The response sounded like a glorious chorus of farts. I could have spent the whole afternoon right there...