Y'know, I'm just not sure o' the metaphysics (or even the consequences, let alone the allowabilities) (Christ, that's hard to spell after a scotch and coke at 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning -- way too many wwws? Or is the lllls? All looks the same to me) of babbling about people you know personally on your blog . . . or what you did last night, on your blog where PEOPLE YOU KNOW might be involved and might NOT like your interpretterptertration of what went on, but whaddya gonna do? Huh?
Jest WHADDYA GONNA DO?
I will delightfully report that Brigitte and I attended the wedding of Arlette and Alex, the same angels who came to our wedding and made sure all was operating on full cylinders, stayed to the end despite being distracted, and it makes me so happy to say that their ceremony was a miracle perhaps only if just seeing their love for each other in their eyes and how happy Brigitte and I are to even know them. To us, they're young people, but they are supremely worshipful young people, especially combined.
As I emailed Arlette, "Let's do this every month!"
May the gods take them into the stratosphere and over the top and then all over again, for ever and ever.
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