Conceptual Wedding/Concrete Expression
Max Meredith Vasilatos
grumpiness, discussions of Weil gone awry, medical matters run
riot through my life. You know how it goes. I tried the usual
things, too much sleep, trashbooks, drugs, a new hairdo, but
nothing would serve.
Until an unexpected miracle - I find the perfect solution in
wedding an heretofore unmet groom from Paris. My spirits are
restored.
Lesson number one: in summer temperatures, bears are pretty
much drenched with sweat. It's an indicator of their panache
that a whole houseful of dripping wet guys had zero locker room
aspect; they exuded respect for matters of hospitality and
concern for conducting the rituals properly.
Not the least among preparations was the cake: iced in white
with brown filips on the corners, it was topped with imitation
sandpit gold under small stones and a collection of plastic
trucks arranged to grade and haul a new highway. Behind the
cake stood a white het bridal couple in cardboard and crepe
paper, folded out to make a mesh gown. Same for decorative
bells around the room.
I gave out pink carnations, so boutonnieres abounded, often over
black leather. Jojo's carnation sat against a black rubber tank
top; mine nestled in fine chain mail. But that was during the
ceremony. Earlier, this master of the mixed message had grilled
food in the backyard, wearing not an apron saying "Don't Blame
the Cook" but a gold lame skintight tank over bicycle pants.
A quick-change artist after my own heart.
Confessions of fatigue led me to bed at one point, where I
doffed my fedora and chain mail to entertain from pillows.
Greg Parkinson showed me photos from The Dinner (fabulous photos
were everywhere), JonTom spoke with me about religious questions,
Jojo stopped by to see after my wellbeing (gentleman eternal),
and Steve continues to know everything about pharmacology.
We all remembered Toronto. Ken Dykes and I compared and
contrasted my lack of piercings with his lack of tattoos.
His nose spike added a je ne sais quoi to the overall flair
of the affair.
Finally, all fed, the crowd gathered round the living room while
Steve announced the Conceptual Wedding. By then we'd become
close - my lipstick already adorned le Jojo's forehead, gleaming
red in contrast with his white skin (which matches mine exactly,
it turns out - imagine the children!). A quick exchange of
black onyx rings, and we kissed to thousands of camera flashes.
Cut the cake to find properly tasteless foam, arms entwined
to eat, and the same for the champagne, which cork exploded
appropriately, violently into the ceiling.
The crowd was served and chatted while bride and groom passed
their brief private moments, head to head, voices lowered.
I'll never tell what we said. Then it was time to go, out the
door in a rain of rice, laughing all the way.
Thank you, thank you.
Love,
Max
Mara Chibnik
(Max Meredith Vasilatos) writes of the nuptials, and how they
restored her to good spirits. I can see how that might work.
I guess NY was the bachelor party. Hmm. In that light it seems
tame. Jojo had thought to wear his gold lame there; I'm sorry we
missed it, but basic black becomes him, and 'twas better saved for
The Occasion (or part thereof). I would so like to have seen the
bride in fine chain mail. Or is that the *other* bride? Or perhaps
the/a groom?
I note:
>Finally, all fed, the crowd gathered round the living room while
>Steve announced the Conceptual Wedding. [ ... ]
> - imagine the children!
I've assumed that I'd have to. Should it prove otherwise, please
promise that soc.motss will be the first to know.
>The crowd was served and chatted while bride and groom passed
>their brief private moments, head to head, voices lowered.
>I'll never tell what we said. Then it was time to go, out the
>door in a rain of rice, laughing all the way.
Oh dear. We get these two supremely verbal and most entertaining
folks together on that basis and for that reason, and now they're
keeping it all to themselves.
What kind of fair is that?
--
ma...@panix.com Mara Chibnik ma...@dorsai.com
Life is too important to be taken seriously.
Arnold M. Zwicky
we're all so glad you two found one another!
arnold
ja...@ralvmm.vnet.ibm.com
> A quick exchange of
> black onyx rings, and we kissed to thousands of camera flashes.
I hope someone will be kind enough to scan some pictures and place them
on ursa-major. Some of us would have liked to attend but couldn't
because of distance.
--
Jason Coughlin
( ja...@ralvmm.vnet.ibm.com, j...@sun.soe.clarkson.edu )
"I find myself suddenly in the world and I recognize that I have one
right alone: That of demanding human behavior from the other." -- Fanon
Max Meredith Vasilatos
>m...@athena.mit.edu (Max Meredith Vasilatos) writes:
>> A quick exchange of
>> black onyx rings, and we kissed to thousands of camera flashes.
>
>I hope someone will be kind enough to scan some pictures and place them
>on ursa-major. Some of us would have liked to attend but couldn't
>because of distance.
Oh that you'd caught me on a livelier day;
I'd have done a better job of it. (Though sweeping
Jojo over in a tango pose would have been a job
of work - the man is fairly large, twice my size.
Others will surely do that duty in my stead? :-)