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The real reason we went to Portland on Saturday was not for Powell's or sushi, but for my cousin Brian's wedding in the afternoon. It was a more formal, expensive wedding (at least for my family's frame of reference), but was offset by the fact that both the bride and groom were goofy and amusing. Ironically, the most memorable part of the wedding may have been the 10 minutes or so at the end that someone was trying to get a slideshow to play on a computer and we could see everything that he was doing on the big white screen at the front of the church. It didn't work, partially because the computer wasn't working very well. My technologically literate siblings (particularly my two younger brothers, who both do sound at youth group and other various church events) and I are all sitting in the same pew, whispering, "What are you doing?! Try a different media player! Can't you see Real Player at the top of the screen?" And so on.

I, for one, will have no qualms about asking one of my younger brothers to do sound at my wedding, provided he isn't offended about not being in the wedding party. But that's still a ways off. I was wondering, at my cousin's wedding where I didn't know very many people, and where I met his bride for the first time, how many people I'll invite to my wedding and how many of my friends from college will actually come.

My cousin, by the way, is my age, about a month older than me. That means that all my cousins that are my age are now married (there's three of them), though I have three older cousins who aren't married yet.