Very good, actually. Better than I expected, for what and where it was. Ended up with fifteen people there, only some of whom were related to me (by marriage - remember, this is Alabama, so some of my in-laws and outlaws make the Clampetts look like the British monarchy). Kind of breezy - at one point I ended up with a leaf embedded in my mashed potatoes like a birthday candle, but it otherwise went very well. And none of the food on the buffet that her relatives brought was first recovered from the side of the road and field cleaned, either.
Yours went well, I hope?
"But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: for men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away, for his name is Obama."