ladies and gentlemen...

It's Mister Kevin Brown!!!

Of course, everyone knows that Kevin's notoriety was established during the highly acclaimed and critically renowned Operation Gaylord, a 4-day, high speed Cannonball Run of a road trip to Urbana (Urbana Japanna I wanna you nana). The trip culminated, at least theoretically, with a wedding and Kevin in a tuxedo. There's not much better to a group of repressed geeks than 4 days on the open road, filled with Physics, Rolling Stones, severe brake degeneration, several bottles of wine, genital piercing, bell ringing, and KB in a tux. Oh, and a video camera. And, naturally, several asses. Welcome to the mayhem, Kev.

Tomorrow Marc and I leave on our own Operation Gaylord of sorts, to a wedding (another wedding. I know. Seriously, now, this is getting absurd.) in New Mexico. This time round we play the grown-ups and take an airplane. I've never been to the desert, and I'm sure I'll come back as the pinkest girl in the Bronx, though I'm not sure if that's really better than my current title -- whitest girl in the Bronx. Check out the forecast... the UV index is 10+ EXTREME, with highs predicted in the 90s (that's the 30s for my metric friends).

And although there isn't much better than KB in a tux, my own husband in a tux is among the few things that are. We'll try to keep our pants on, but I'm not making any guarantees.