Tuesday night
My family was gathered in the living room at 3374, and everyone was dressed up like it was Easter Sunday. This was an even grander occasion: I was about to marry my big brother, Jimmie. (And I don't mean that I would be performing the ceremony -- I mean that he and I would be the grooms.) Everyone was in a good mood, glad that I was finally settling down. I wasn't nearly as happy as they were; I was extremely nervous, and sweat was pouring down my face. At one point I apologized to the assembled crowd, and said that I had to remove my sportcoat. Finally, I decided that I just couldn't go through with it, and backed out. Everyone was pretty upset; I had called off an earlier wedding with someone else, and here I'd done it again, hurting my brother's feelings in the process. I pulled my brother Andrew aside and tried to explain myself. "I didn't mean to hurt him, but this is a serious decision. All of our money would be put together! Would we agree on anything?!" I took a walk down 34th Street and took a right on Dickerson. As I crested the hill I said to myself, "I really should marry [my wife now]."
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Wonder who would have led when we danced at the reception?
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2 comments:
I'm just P.O.ed I don't get to hear you recite "Bushel and a Peck" again!
Um, kinda worried about you, bro, but OK.
I guess we can say one thing for certain... You tell whatever it is, like it really is. :)
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