Mawwidge:

Mawwidge; I think it would be funny if the guy whose marrying me and ms. whosoever talked like the guy from "Princess Bride." Not that I would actually allow that to take place, but it sure is funny to imagine.

To the right are pictures from the wedding of Veronica Reynolds and Stuart Johnson; not real close aquantances, but close enough to tag along with Jerome who actually got an invite! It was a nice wedding; dark, but still good. The reception could have been different. Actually I believe that everyone's receptions could go differently because everyone that I have been to seemed to last for aaaaaagggggggggeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss. During that age I am waiting for the dance to start. Unfortunately when said dance does occure there are so many whojabob things to do: couple's first dance, the hoe-dance (give the bride/groom a dollar to dance with them . . . obviously a mild form of prostitution), chicken dance (which is utterly deplorable and will never be played by me or for me), and a shoe auction.

Then once all of these things are over the music is so atrocious (bad 80's pop and the electric slide) that dancing would actually cause more harm that entertainment.

Gladly, and with much relief, I will be the DJ at Jeremy and Michaela's wedding. So such traditional songs such as the chicken dance and old people polka will not be played . . . to my chagrin, however, I must play the song "I Would Walk 500 Miles" while everyone does the bunny hop. Ugh, but the bride says it will be done; therefore it must. Thus I will take great pleasure in being the commander of the bunny hop and watch as all the mindless robots perform my every command!

MUAHAHAHA . . . MUAHAHA . . . MUA . . . HAHA . . . MUAHAHAHA (End Villianous Laughter)

Luv,
Clay