After arriving in Atlanta, it was only a few quick tram jumps to the terminal that Aaron was arriving in. I snapped this pic right as he was walking off the plane.

As luck would have it, the plane out of Atlanta was only like 2 gates away from Aaron's, so the two of us sat down and ate some breakfast/lunch, waiting for Slim Pickins to arrive.

Here's me, racing to make it to the church on time. Hopefully, we aren't starting a trend.

Ravi's "thin" picture.

Aaron's "not as thin as before" picture.

At long last, here is a good, CLOSE-UP picture of Matt and Stacy.

Here are Stacy's parents, Matt's new inlaws. They were a little frightened of us at first, it seemed.

Here is the Pope's bust, Matt's brother, Chris, and Matt's mom, in that order.

Yep, that's us. Starving and waiting for the booze.

Fighting off a tongue-crazed Indian is not as easy as it seems.

Somehow the discussion turned to cell phones, and how Aaron's was such a cool new model. It was such a St. Louis moment that I had to take a picture.`

The wine FINALLY arrived at the table. As you can see, Matt hasn't changed much in the past few years.

Stacy's mom had a "mother of the bride" moment, so Stacy jumped up and gave her a hug.

The first drink (well, okay, the first SHOT) of the evening.

It was all downhill from here.

You can plainly tell from this picture that we were all intoxicated VERY quickly.

Because Matt was being a wimp (and afraid that somehow the paint wouldn't wash off) Aaron had to get a club tattoo first.

After much peer pressure (and more drinks) we finally convinced Matt to get a paint tattoo.

Cheesy, yeah, I know, but we didn't want to offend the wife two days before the wedding.

T-minus one hour to vomitous.

Here, ladies and gentlemen, is the last picture of the evening, thankfully. Even if we had more pictures from that night, they would have had to be destroyed as they could have been evidence in a court case. (Just ask one of us about the now infamous "Steak N' Shake Incident."