The Day Before the Wedding
In this nice
corner of paradise,
we squeeze in
frantic moments
of laughter
and life as
it is. The poet
says truly
’sound and fury.’
All these
people (crazy)
and
I (crazy)
are a lot
in life that
I would not have
any other way.
Until Sunday.
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September 12th, 2010 at 4:16 am
Ah Sunday, that blessed, blessed day of recovery. It was a beautiful wedding. The bride and groom looked gorgeous, the ceremony went off without a hitch (with the obvious exception of the bride and groom), the reception hall was beautifully decorated and the food was AMAZING. The most impressive part of the whole day was how everybody pitched in to help. In fact, most of the people who would have danced were probably in the kitchen helping to clean up. We’ll have to make up the dance one day soon, but one thing is certain – I will never agree to be in another wedding. That is, apart from Lia’s or Nikki’s.
October 7th, 2010 at 6:52 pm
…or singh or Kylie’s
October 21st, 2010 at 2:57 pm
From: Nicole Hansard
To: Your old 343 cell # on my way home from work. (Discovered later that it’s out of service.)
Sent: Tue, October 12, 2010 7:37pm
Glimpsing your ponderings
I pray that I may be as blessed in this life
with a kindred spirit of my own
to walk this weary road with me.