Scowl-fest on Boxing Day Night

Half the crowd had already left when we got everyone else together for the Big Scowl. This was around nine o'clock last night, Boxing Day after five or more hours of good times mainly celebrating the recent wedding of the two in the middle. The newish bride is scowling at her father who is scowling back at her, and the newish groom is behind her, a quick study to the Art of Scowl. I think, with two dozen scowls and near-scowls, this was a record for us.