
Clapping for the bride and groom...

And using my chopsticks as drumsticks.

The chopsticks were also used in my other favorite activity, which was shoving any utensils I could find in Dad's shirtpocket.

And here I am having my first champagne. Kidding, it's only apple cider, but don't I look fancy? I offered to give a toast, but Dad said no one there really wanted to hear about Chewy being a pooper dog and not a frog. Maybe next time.
