If They Don't Like the Vases, They Can Just Go F___ Themselves
The wind is swirling and the breeze is a cold one, so no one is wearing shorts as the wedding party prepares to leave for the beach. No matter. If it rains, there is a tent and as long as nobody forgets the rings, this wedding shall truly be.
There is a van filled with cokes, hooch, glasses, food and piles of various other wedding-oriented paraphernalia. There is a beach house waiting to receive all the stuff. Theologically speaking, it's a combination Quaker-Jewish wedding, so the minister (the groom's brother) has been instructed not to mention the word 'God.'
Yesterday, many errands were run and cars filled. Today, more errands will be run and cars emptied. The phones keep ringing. Patsy was just talking to someone about the vases, so today appears to be the IF THEY DON'T LIKE THE VASES, THEY CAN JUST GO F*#! THEMSELVES day.
Haven't eaten a famous Washington Half Smoke yet, but there's still breakfast.
posted by DAK @ 5:00 AM
4 Comments:
hahahaha, I love this! Come home.
Your blog is very interesting.
Kisses
Other than the stress and the potentially bad weather and the vases, this sounds like a very interesting and potentially fun wedding!
In spite of the peculiar picture, the Washington Half Smoke sounds like the thing to get you through this.
In reading this blog, I am drawn again to the question: Why do people have f__king weddings? Elopement seems a much more relaxed alternative.
I do crave some Ethiopian and a Washington Half Smoke, though!
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