Saturday, June 14, 2014
Queen of Summer and Her Court
Deodorant Failing!
And the bridesmaids’ dresses, of a kind of semi-florescent
salmon, were soaking through with sweat!
Oak Juntsley went to the minister. “Crank up the A/C! I’ll pay
extra, you cheap ecclesiastical son of a bitch!”
Just before the ceremony, old Dr Andernathy went to the car
for a blanket for his Cecille, who had once synchronized swum
in a justly forgotten Olympics.
The bride turned tremblingly beautiful. Groom leaned into her
to support. The double rings proved difficult, what with icy
fingers.
Fortunately, the reception outdoors: the smothering humidly
a positive tonic by then.
A tottering Oak finally offered a toast to the minister, who
then repeated word for word his message about forgiveness
in marriage--his wife, already drunk, sneered so, she had to
be eased behind the caterer’s tent.
Labels: A/C, bride, bridesmaid, heat, hysteria, marriage, minister, wedding
