I knew the bride when she used to rock and roll

Today was supposed to be the Long Day of Suck at work, but it turned out to be not-so-terrible. I only ended up working eight and a half hours instead of twelve.

It rained, of course, because it wouldn't be a wedding without a rainstorm. And there was a brief break in the action for the ambulance to come and pick up someone's grandma who was suffering from diabetic shock. But beyond that.

Lovely wedding, easy to serve, and they did manage to get married between rainshowers.

I snuck some pictures, they're up on my Flickr.

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Boy is it quiet on a saturday night. I feel lame and friendless, woe. *emo tear*


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There will be talk, tomorrow, about Madeleine L'Engle and how two of the three most influential authors of my childhood are dead. Note to Susan Cooper: I know bad things come in threes but DON'T DIE, okay?

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I dreamt, last night, of a haunted house (which I often do). I woke up frightened and unnerved (which I often do).

After I managed to get back to sleep, I dreamt future!AU, sappy, romantic Sparrington. (There were kids involved, seriously. Sap.)

W.t.f?



( A love poem, for wedding-luck )