Well, it’s done. Mark and Lindie are married. Well, at least we think they are. At this point, we just know that it was supposed to be today, and we were supposed to watch it from afar using the miracle of the internet and webcam. It seems that it wasn’t all that miraculous, and we have seen neither hide nor tail of the newlyweds. If good things happen to good people, however, they had the best day of their lives and there were tears and laughs and dancing and white and cake and drink and some old lady who noone really knows, singing “For they are jolly good fellows”.
Why is there always one of those. I think I will start up a new wedding/party service. It will quickly silence said old folks without causing too much gefuffle. I will need “ninja” somewhere in the name. Not that I have anything against old people. They are great and wise (until they lose their minds) and I respect all they have done, like inventing cars and central heating and beer. I wonder though, how the wisdom doesn’t include knowing that NOONE likes singing that song. Especially when we are forced to sing it 3 or 4 times. Perhaps it’s their own private joke. They know noone will say anything and everyone will join in. They are all probably giggling into their gin and tonics at us silly young fools. As Edmund Blackadder says:”I want to be young and wild. I want to be middle-aged and rich, and I want to be old and annoy people by pretending to be deaf.”
So. I hope “all that” is all that it’s cracked up to be. I wish a dishwasher upon the two of you soonest. If not immediately. You deserve every happiness.
That is all.