I have listened to Jackie Blue by the Ozark Mountain Daredevils 45 times today. I have
neglected various important tasks in my day to do this distraction…that is, dropping what I’m working on to walk over to the stereo and hit “repeat.”
What I meant to do was write a post about weddings…something having to do with flowers, and aesthetic and style…what I really want to do though is share some of my wedding fantasies* before I forget them…before I latch onto another ‘70 classic rock song and temporarily forget my name..
Wedding Fantasy #1:
200 of my favorite people (if I knew 200 people) are seated at 6 pm on the grand promenade lawn at Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. It’s early fall and the sky is stormy. They are still waiting at 5:45…just long enough for one slimy son of a gun (I know plenty) to loudly express his concern as to the where-abouts of the Bride. Suddenly a marching band can be heard in the far distance…the crowd hushes as the band closes in the from lawn right…they are playing What About Love by Heart in double time. The marching band breaks through the trees and marches right around the seated guests, who are naturally speechless. THEN, smoke shoots up from the grass at the end of the isle during the crescendo and I appear riding a white horse. I guess Eric is waiting there too.
Wedding Fantasy #2:
Any situation where the bride is lowered down onto the wedding stage with a mechanical crank, seated on a giant plywood crescent moon covered in silver sparkles. Maybe a Prince song would be appropriate…?
Wedding Fantasy #3:
A masquerade wedding where all the guests were hired actors. Cuts down on all the pressure, and makes the pictures more attractive, you know?
*Full Disclosure: I do not now, nor in the future plan on having a wedding. Really. I help plan other peoples weddings, and I enjoy that plenty. But I will let you know if I elope Mother.
