Squeeze box

Over the weekend, Kelley and I braved the 104 degree heat to seek out a cool place to have a beer, watch the Sox game and brainstorm our guest list. The list was like an accordion, at its furthest extension we had 42 friends and family. Then we shrunk it down to 14.

Now, I'm reconsidering the cuts. Maybe 30 is a good number. Maybe we need to invite all 42. Or maybe just 14. I can't imagine the tune. It must sound like a car crash or the song "Memories."

The mitigating factors here are 1) the reception we plan for the weekend following the Ptown ceremony. We are having an open casting call for the bash -- which will just be about drinking and dancing and laughing. And 2) the competing urges to invite a bunch of relatives or no relatives or just my favorite relatives to Ptown.