Stephen with Shirley Temples, Daniel

In our adolescence, family weddings were a very special time because they allowed all of us overflowingly creative and adventurous cousins to gather and hatch schemes. A tradition was revived this time: the Shirley Temple contest. After six glasses each (and a couple of very, very confused bartenders), we started to question the accuracy of our previously claimed record: 14 glasses. Unrelated: I discovered roomie Jon’s [Europe Journal][1] (RTF file). Some bits are inspiring and some bits are simply hilarious. The file also gives me a lot of new insight into a friend I’ve had for years but could conceivably never see again. [1]: http://rubicon.cx/~vertigo/journal.rtf