[edited 6/25/06 due to general pronoun confusion -- and also in case some of my new relatives google me and land on this blog]
Weddings are depressing –
You see the faces of your relatives for the first time in a long long time — most older, some younger. You see a flicker of your face in theirs. It’s like staring at your own mortality, greeting it, grasping its hand –
Cooperstown has great recycling bins. With their bottles-only snouts, they’re shaped to receive the recyclables from the diehard recyclers –
Long live love –
And dont forget as it grasps your hand, it asks, “so when are you and -insert name of ex you brought to last wedding- going to give us a day out like this?” ;-)
Comment by Declan — June 25, 2006 @ 5:14 pm
Good idea, those edits :(
Comment by Fletch — June 25, 2006 @ 7:14 pm
This is why it’s best to just show up alone and act slightly insane. And drink a lot…
Comment by Siel — June 27, 2006 @ 3:06 pm