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One of my brothers, who I will refer to as the sad clown, got remarried this weekend. Short notice. Pond. I took some time before they got there, when it was just me by the pond, to leave a little message.
The wind was cold, as was it. The ceremony was short, and sans ritual. Justice of the peace who conveniently worked in the marriage license office. The bride’s family dog was silent, until the couple kissed, at which point she went the least frightening sort of crazy a dog can go. The dog would perk up all photogenic-like when someone said the word “cookies.”
The reception was at Bub’s Barbecue, an establishment with perhaps the most apt name I’ve even heard. The food was tastey, but I think they would have been better served stuffing people full of chicken from here. The wedding cake was easily worth the two miners who were lost unearthing it from it’s tomb beneith was is now Cairo. I’m not sure what that means.
The wind was cold, as was it. The ceremony was short, and sans ritual. Justice of the peace who conveniently worked in the marriage license office. The bride’s family dog was silent, until the couple kissed, at which point she went the least frightening sort of crazy a dog can go. The dog would perk up all photogenic-like when someone said the word “cookies.”
The reception was at Bub’s Barbecue, an establishment with perhaps the most apt name I’ve even heard. The food was tastey, but I think they would have been better served stuffing people full of chicken from here. The wedding cake was easily worth the two miners who were lost unearthing it from it’s tomb beneith was is now Cairo. I’m not sure what that means.