Weekend trip to Kingston for the baptism of my great niece:
My nephew and his family worked their buns off to organize hotels, meals, and entertainment for at least 40 rowdy Torontonians. My brother-in-law and me sort of got lost at an Irish Pub and didn't make some of the other scheduled events - we felt bad about that.
The baptism on Sunday was a joyous occasion. And more eating and drinking followed ... and then I got the honors driving back to Toronto (3 hours looking in to the Sun)!