The One with the Dead Eyes
Just to explain a term my wife-to-be mentioned...
just because.
So yes, we went to a hotel that shan't be named, lest The One with the Dead Eyes searches her hotel name and finds this.
It was July. Twas a warm afternoon, and Laur was running late. I sat in the cramped lobby in the Hotel that shan't be named, henceforth known as, the Unnamed. The One with the Dead Eyes was told to look for me and finally she found me.
Immediately i felt something was a amiss.
Missing.
From her eyes.
Life.
Even when she smiled, the smile never reached her opaque, onyx black, globes...
The Unnamed was boring, pillar-y and the layout of the reception area bordered on ridiculous. But we pressed on and asked our questions. I don't remember getting a single pleasant answer. It was all, "ummm... well.... i mean...." It felt like she was trying to give birth...
... To a 40 year old obese man.
Needless to say, we decided against a wedding in the unnamed, being attended by The One with the Dead Eyes.
just because.
So yes, we went to a hotel that shan't be named, lest The One with the Dead Eyes searches her hotel name and finds this.
It was July. Twas a warm afternoon, and Laur was running late. I sat in the cramped lobby in the Hotel that shan't be named, henceforth known as, the Unnamed. The One with the Dead Eyes was told to look for me and finally she found me.
Immediately i felt something was a amiss.
Missing.
From her eyes.
Life.
Even when she smiled, the smile never reached her opaque, onyx black, globes...
The Unnamed was boring, pillar-y and the layout of the reception area bordered on ridiculous. But we pressed on and asked our questions. I don't remember getting a single pleasant answer. It was all, "ummm... well.... i mean...." It felt like she was trying to give birth...
... To a 40 year old obese man.
Needless to say, we decided against a wedding in the unnamed, being attended by The One with the Dead Eyes.