Sunday, September 14, 2014
When Vague Friends Marry
we want to throw rice afterwards. Best Man, Chubby Carker,
has been chatting with Reverend Baxmead, who pronounces
“No they haven’t left yet.”
“But the limo awaits!” Chubby adds drily, pointing.
They’re nowhere in the usual church rooms, so a search
party forms.
Chubby ultimately confides to Bridesmaid, Helena
Markham Dillars O’Malley Insull, that he thinks
they vagued themselves into another dimension.
“I wish they took this shitty dress with ‘em!”
Salmon and nearly florescent.
“Yes,” he remarked sagely, “everybody has to go through
things the right way, no matter what.”
“Well that includes them two! I’m stopping. My shimmers
are bouncing off the Bible pictures on the wall, and giving
me a headache.”
“Funny how we affect the environment.”
“Hah hah!”
Labels: Bible, convention, dimension, marriage, mystery, vague
