I'm headed out for my sister's wedding. (10 of 12 - the drug field test supervisor who is marrying the Syrian medical sales guy) Got my hair cut by the Italian barber, got my stuff packed and I'm ready to go. They said they did not need any presents so I am just sticking money in a card. I was thinking of giving them a bag of diapers, but I'm not certain they would find it funny.

The plan is to try to memorize 'When I'm 64' by the Beatles sometime in the motel tonight and then sing it when I'm nice and drunk.

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.

If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

You will be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse.
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride,

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck & Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.