Road Trip

So my friend Kurt got married in France and my friend Will flew out to Dubrovnik where I picked him up and we drove all the way over to Gap, France for the wedding. It was a road trip of grandiose proportions. There was smuggled wine, angry salsa dancing women, snotty effeminate hoteliers, breaking and entering, and wild boar.
Generally a good time.
The pictures will, as always, be posted at a frustratingly gradual pace to the right. Here is the first installment.