I love this strip.

Also, Beef is smiling a lot more since the wedding. This pleases me in a long term Achewood kind of way.

God bless the Welsh.

It only just occurred to me that Simon would be meeting Rod. This is going to be awesome.

Yes. Yes it is.

One presumes that Simon and Marcel drive all the way from Oregon to Burning Man, then, what with the fever ankles and all.

Last year I participated in a couple of weddings.

One was sort-of on the frugal, with lots of donations and gifted attributes, and a pot-luck dinner we all contributed to. It went well.

The next was out in the wine country in the ruins of an old mission, with a killer reception that featured an amazing butter nut risotto. The afterparty was drum-n-bass and ecstasy oriented. Overall it was quite fun.

The third was a ceremony performed by Elvis (Blue Lagoon theme) with showgirls, in Vegas. I was the best man, in a hawaiian shirt and an AC/DC "Highway to Hell" tie. It was followed by an incredible dinner and a lot of genuine celebration in spite of the artificial nature of Vegas. It was the best wedding I've ever been a part of, and a real bona fide celebration of love and unity.

This Friday I'm best man in another event, best described as "when white people and tradition attack". No one's happy about the marriage, the family's are at each other's throats, it's at some overly expensive restaurant that threatens legal action if they catch you bringing in any food or drink, in the middle of a desert, on one of the hottest days of the year, in fifty pounds of polyester because it's "traditional".

I. Am. Not. Enthused.

The lady and I have decided that, if we decide to officially tie a knot, we're throwing a kegger. We'd throw a techno-hippy raver campout in the forest, but the families probably wouldn't understand, so we're willing to make some accommodations.

I love Ramses' facial expression when he gets worried about the clerk.  I think it's the first real indication we've had that he and Ray are actual made of 50% identical DNA.

Note also that RLS appears to be sporting a medallion of some kind, though whether it imbues him with the powers of the Fun God is certainly up for debate. It seems more likely it is a totem that channels his ability to kick men's asses.

Mmmm, the internal monologue of a Nice Dude who hasn't scored any in a long time, smelling a girl's hair. A fine strip.

*waves to Jough* hello, jefe!

When he said Beef used to be off the hook I expected Beef's reaction to be, "no I wasn't" Beef may be a knucklehead since small times but a mega-party animal he is not.

I'm not really sure what I expected his reaction to be, but as the strip progressed I was pleased to see Beef-with-Sac is not a flash in the pan. Will Showbiz ruin the wedding? Possibly. But still.

A+++ would read again. It's been a good week.

The sad cartoon cat sees the truth behind the façade of Dinseyland: a corporate machine designed to create customers as young as possible, so that when they have leg tattoos and precious little snowflakes named Desteny they can easily outsource the indoctrination of the next generation to the parents.

Also hungover Avon ladies as a metaphor for sexual desperation with Peurto Ricans.

Best Achewood in a long, long time.

Baby needs a new pair of orthopedic shoes time, eh?

"and to support our growing family" = I would guess they have another child on the way.