I had had never thought of myself as the “marrying kind,” mainly because I couldn't envision standing at an altar in a traditional wedding ceremony.
But one day it dawned on me that a wedding didn't have to be so traditional. It could be anything that my bride and I wanted it to be. It could be a lot of fun!
I asked XY to marry me that evening.
Our wedding was called “the slacker event of the year” by NUVO Newsweekly in Indianapolis. It consisted of a puppet show in two acts, written in rhymed couplets. Christy and I came up with the script; the puppets were made by artist friends of ours; and our housemates were the puppeteers.
And of course, it was all televised.
It was truly one of the happiest days of my life, right up until the point where XY and I got into a big knockdown, drag-out fight...
I remember hearing that one uninvited party-crasher predicted that... [More...]
--although the actual wedding was quite the event itself, both legal and social ones.
the cake frosting made me want to eat sticks of whole butter for weeks.
the assumption of randon “people” who thought it was a free for all was almost as amusing as watching the groom's party through the window in the parking lot across the street--
i want a copy, mr. blister.