Monday, May 26, 2008
My first friends to wed. And a match made above. He reads Lute Monthly while listening to Avant Garde Jazz after his sold out rock-n-roll shows and she works on her ancient erotic Irish Novel in between practicing her harp and opera recitals. They both have cascading blonde hair and spend their time divided between Far Rockaway and the Forest of the West. The Event of the Summer. The night before the wedding the ladies will be performing sacred rituals involving oils and flames on the bride-to-be in a teepee and the men will be navigating the river rapids by night. May none of us perish. Oh, and Jenny made this invitation by hand.