I have to stop eating polyacrylamide (molecular biologists love that joke) because I almost forgot the most important thing about the whole rehearsal dinner. The Phagette (or should I call her Mrs. Dr. The Biophysicist Ph.D.?) was one of the Sciencette's bridesmaids, so she and The Biophysicist were with us to party. Apparently, the night needed a little injection of awesome though, so The Biophysicist exploded out of his shirt to show everyone his new full-torso "three wolf moon" tattoo.
Later that night, he rescued three kittens that were stuck in a tree, changed an old lady's flat tire using nothing but his bare hands and determination, and lowered the crime rate in Philadelphia 22% by unleashing a dumpster full of drop kicks on the local street thugs.
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