I was going through some old pictures tonight from sophomore year and came across this one. This is the beginning of what eventually came to be known as the “Sweet Baby James and Miss Amy Show”, back when they were known simply as “Amy” and “Drunken A-Hole that Enjoys Vomiting on my Sofa and Climbing into My Bed Without his Clothes On”. Now they’re getting married, and I can help but harken upon the following exchange:
Susan: “I just want you to know that I love your son very much!”
Estelle Costanza: “Really?”
Susan: “Yes.”
Estelle: “You do?”
Susan: “Yea.”
Estelle: “May I ask why?”
This may be the only time in recorded history that Amy could be seen beer in hand while James apparently had none (notice the awkward left hand not knowing whether to go for the butt or not). Come to think of it, this may be the only time I’ve seen James without a beer in his hand period.
In any event, I’m sure you’ll all join me in congratulating the happy couple and hoping to holy hell that their kids get the Updike genes.
