i didn’t work last week so you might think that i’d have been more inspired to write about all the recent goings on. but you would be underestimating the hypnotic, lazing effects of lounging in the sun. last weekend i was up north attending the wedding of p.l.a.’s second favorite writer (the first being d.e. the guest-blogger). it was a pleasant affair, first at a college chapel and then moving to a country club setting. since ianvw was obviously occupied for most of the night and would therefore give a rather skewed account of events, i will attempt to describe the wedding night.
4:15 pm arrive at the hotel and check in.
5:00 pm drink beer while changing
5:50 pm arrive at chapel
6:30 pm leave chapel, blow bubbles at groom
7:00 pm arrive at country club for reception, notice they have hoegaarden
7:50 pm beer three halfway gone. i am enjoying the outdoor patio.
8:00 pm bride and groom enter the room as married. i think about why everyone is growing up but me.
8:15 pm buffet dinner starts. the line is fifty meters long. i enjoy conversation and beer at the table.
9:00 pm people start dancing. i don’t remember what kind of band was there. i get lost in a forty minute conversation with a bridesmaid.
10:00 pm blur.
~11:30? pm everyone young heads to the elephant and castle bar/restaurant. i am angry since this effectively kills the post-party at the hotel. i order whiskey.
1:00 am dancing around a pole with streamers in sepia scale.
the rest of last week was spent recovering and alternating watching wimbledon and reading outside. i solved sixteen su-do-ku puzzles and countless rubick cube cycles while listening to three new albums i bought. i saw old friends in town for the holiday and golfed eighteen holes on friday. i spent saturday with a friend drinking and watching movies.
in the near future i have a trip to india and a trip to meet someone i’ve never met. both could have exaggerated consequences, such as they could be greatest or worst trips ever. depending upon the temperature in india and the food and my conversion to hindu, i could see it going either way. and as for the other trip, it will all depend upon how my friend reacts when she finds out i’m neither a prince nor a millionaire but only a bachelor.
when meeting your french-canadian beau, i recommend acting like you already know her because you've come from the future. say things like, "i know this is weird now, but after mickey passes away, you'll appreciate my ability." then she'll say, "who's mickey" and you'll say, "our second child. in the future." if that doesn't work, play the fraternity card, mentioning your passing association with A.T.O (almost totally opaque.)
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