The priest who is marrying us, Father Z, is very very awesome, and very very Polish. We dropped by the rectory for what we thought would be a twenty minute conversation about the rehearsal - he ended up inviting us to dinner, which consisted of about five different incredibly filling dishes, which he just kept feeding us, and refused to stop. Seriously. At one point, I tried to ward off another helping of hunter's stew, and Fr. Z turned to John Baby and said "John!" "Yes?" "Feel her belly! Is it tight like drum?"

As it turns out, yes, my belly was tight like drum, so I was granted a reprieve. John Baby, on the other hand, just had to keep eating.