outwait outrun outwit


an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations
& other curiosities :: elsewhere :: profile

07.31.06, monday night

Wedding fetes at their best are sloppy, tongue-tied, forgetful of sorrows, and of course drowning in champagne, strawberries a-bobbing. Let's not have a show full of strangers at a hundred bucks spent her head. Let's dance with the slinkiest lady in black satin to the spine-tingling twangs of the local Cajun band while Johnny the foxy Scotsman croons of coal mine disasters and darling Clementine. Yes, celebrate today, who knows how long it'll last?


hosted by DiaryLand.com

web stats