My sister got married yesterday. I had a lot more to say about this yesterday, and I’ve forgotten exactly what or how I was going to write it. It was probably the least formal wedding I’ve been to—mind, I’m not complaining, short informal weddings are just fine by me. In fact, if we had gone to the correct courthouse in the first place, it would’ve been over in the blink of an eye.
Yes, the wrong courthouse. That was the groom’s fault, or at least he took responsibility for it. Fortunately, the judge at the correct courthouse was very understanding, in keeping with the overall cool vibe she exuded in general. And we got a scenic tour of the east side of Flint in the process, so hey. After the wedding, there was burgers and hot dogs outside on the grill. Fortunately for us, it didn’t start raining until we were on the way home, so no one got soaked.
Late in the afternoon, I got the oddest earworm, “Never Ending Song of Love,” by Delaney & Bonnie & Friends from 1971, one of those hokey 70s favorites (ask yer parents about it, kids)… and just as I mentioned it, my mom had the exact same song in her head. OK, it’s not weird enough for Rod Serling to narrate a show about, but it was kind of odd. Kind of fitting, too, at least that’s what everyone is hoping for.