Quizbowl and hygiene can, in fact, go together.



This was borne out Saturday at Mark & Sarah's wedding. You can get your Rashomon on by going here, here, here, or perhaps at mothballed sites here, here, or here.



A swellegant affair, even without buzzers on the table. I got to see a scary convergence of BUCB alums scrubbed up and behaving (except for Rosenberg, but what's to be expected, really). I finally got to pin an identity to the many tales of Monty. I got to watch my wife try in vain to extract the earworm that is "Cotton-Eye Joe."



Congratulations to Mark & Sarah, thank you for the open bar, and for not allowing that icky "After the Lovin'" to be played.



Oh, and we may have to change our trash-team name to "The Gazelles."