The day started out like a nice, peaceful, sunday afternoon wedding in a garden. Somewhere along the lines things turned wild. I can't exactly pinpoint the precise moment. Perhaps it was around the time I spotted some shirtless dude tearing up the dance floor. From there on I witnessed plenty of spilled drinks, dance inflicted mortal wounds, and a room full of people singing along to 'Journey' at the top of there lungs (me included). The next time John and Sarah attend a Sunday afternoon garden wedding and a guest yells out 'bring it', they can officially reply, 'oh, it's been broughten'. Fremont, you got served.