Nancy Drew and the Case of the Mysterious DVD

So I came home from work and looked at the pile of mail Steve had brought in. On the bottom was an unlabeled DVD. I assumed it was something Steve had brought home from work, so I asked him what was on it. He said he didn't know, it was in the mailbox.

Now, my Lexapro is working wonders for my anxiety, but I immediately freaked out (granted, it was a very muted freakout compared to the past) and my paranoia kicked in. Was this a tape of something one of us did in the past and would bribery be involved? Was it a virus-infested download from an enemy? Do I have enemies? Was it a new form of hate propaganda like the fake newspapers I keep reading about in the N&O? When the phone rings, will the person on the other end say, "seven days"?

I was going to throw it out, but Steve insisted on watching it. It was footage shot by my friend Anthony from the audience (is that the right term?) at our wedding. We only have video shot from the balcony that focuses in on those of us on stage (is that the right term?). And of course I was so nervous while the ceremony was going on I couldn't recall who was there. Thanks to this video, I now know who all was there and how prettied-up everyone got for us. Unbelievable.

And my little nephews... they're sooo cute in their tuxedos carrying my train. Melts the old heart, it does.

I did, however, run screaming from the room at the first glance of Kyle and me killing the Killers at the karaoke after party. In my hazy memory of the evening, we sounded like rock stars who should be immediately signed to a major label. I suppose everyone who sings karaoke feels that way. And that's exactly why you should never watch video of yourself singing karaoke at 1 in the morning.