Eman in the right place at the right time.
	The barman adresses my concerns after the first bottle of Bushmills was finished. (If you thought my photography was bad up to now, you should see the shots that didn't make the cut.)		The Cassidys below out "Fairytale of New York" together, or something to that effect.
			Group Hug.
	Gaynor and Eileen still going strong.		The reception hall shrinks, but the party is just getting momentum.
	The lads sing "The Rattlin' Bog" as I slowly lose the ability to point the camera at a fixed point.		Gaynor and I compare notes the next day.
	Conor himself.