Wow, so that's one for the record books.

This weekend we went to two weddings, one on Saturday, one on Sunday.

"That's busy," you say, "but not unheard of."

The thing is that they were 1000 miles apart.

Saturday's wedding was in Paris, Kentucky and Sunday's was on Peaks Island, Maine.

Paris, Kentucky, for those of you who don't know, is the county seat of Kentucky's Bourbon County, the birthplace of bourbon whiskey. Peaks Island, three miles off the coast of Portland, is the most populous island in Casco Bay.

It was nice that we were able to get to both, Saturday's was Liz's college roommate and Sunday's was a buddy of mine from Pierce Promotions.

And it was frightening how similar the musical selections were - I swear that the two shared three quarters of their songs. Great brides think alike ...

Luckily for me our hotel in Kentucky had TBS, so I was able to stay up until 1:28 am on Friday to watch the Red Sox beat, as Bob Ryan calls them, the "Orange County American League Baseball Representative Angels".

Then last night on the drive home from the wedding we had the radio on and heard Lowrie, Varitek and Crisp score on Ellsbury's single ... awesome.

Sadly, we were bushed after our weekend - 4 planes (PWM to ATL, ATL to LEX and the same back), 2 buses (from Lexington to Paris and back), 2 ferries (Portand to Peaks and back), 1 train (ATL airport terminal B to T) and a short 35 hours in Kentucky - so we went to bed before the conclusion of last night's 12 inning mess of a baseball game.

More photos and stories later. It's time for me to go start dinner.