Arrive Georgia 1:30 a.m.

Georgia Skyscraper.

Jekyll Island Club.

Sarah, Sue and Mom.

Mom, Guy and the little Guy.

Toby and I rented butt kickin bikes. Man, that seat hurt my ass. It's still sore.

My view pretty much the entire time. Though, at times, he was smaller.

Marshmare.

Petrified poltergeist.

Led Zepplin's next album cover.

Horses and happy, waving people whose asses hurt probably as much as mine.

Gigantic bonsai trees.

I often have sudden urges to throw food. What I did with the rest of my screamy.

When we returned from the store my cone was gone.

My brother's room.

King size naps and newspapers.

The view from our balcony.

Pretty flowers. Yeah.

Melissa (the bride) and her mother.

He's about to kiss her not hurt her. I swear.

The cutting of cake.

He's about to help her not hurt her. I swear.

Where they were married. And Toby went AWOL.

Happy couple.

It looks like just an ordinary tree.

A tree that inhales snakes and spits out their molting skin.

Where we had dinner and little oysters spit mud.

A lovely sunset...