I’m here now, which means it must be Monday morning. Dammit. Think I’ll make a cape out of a dishcloth, put my panties on over my pants, and try to be brave.
Here’s yesterday’s Sunday Times column, it’s about weddings, and all the fabric involved.
Happy week, peep.
x
A MILLION MILES FROM NORMAL – By Paige Nick
THE BIG I DON’T.
My friend, Animal (I don’t think that’s the actual name on his birth certificate, but I can’t be so sure that it isn’t) was invited to a wedding a while back. He was one of the important groomsmen, so he had to wear a tuxedo and what one of my colleagues calls a camembert (this is the same guy who is still convinced that for his wedding he and his wife exchanged ‘wedding vowels’). The wedding was to be a huge, fancy affair. His whole family and all his brothers were going, as well as a further cast of hundreds. He even had to make a speech, which he spent a whole hour downloading.
There’s something about power that works better than the blue pills. We had a 90 year old governor in one of our states who was caught cavorting with three females in bed.
P.S: It was indescribably beautiful to be able to read your blog in full-screen. For this joy, I wish you a million Vegas weddings in orthopedic stilettos.
Weddings are a stupid idea.
More so than marriages.
I’ve vowed to never attend one again … although i was brightly told next one is going to be my daughter’s …
*cries*
Couldn’t “Animal” just have gotten drunk at home?
peace 😉
Paige my love … you make me laugh – every girl should have an ‘Animal’ in her life :-)))
Brilliant! Yeah I share your feeling on weddings. Everyone’s getting wedding fever (I think I’ve reached THAT age) or they’re making and having babies. And I want to run for the hills. Go figure.