Holy Chao

The delightful and divine miss Ev shall be mentioned here from time to time, at least if I know anything of the Goddess. Today she features as a co-conspirator and enabler for my twisted irreverent ponderings regarding marriage. She is of the same opinion I am, that the entire institution is really rather silly, so when I started mocking it by plotting out my own dogma-smashing wedding she went right along with it.

In this way my insanity was encouraged and I pursued it further than the original twisted premise of the groom dancing with his father and the bride dancing with her mother.

One further such reflection was on the importance of wedding invitations. Frankly, they don't have any. But some people attach a great deal to them, so it's a ripe target for mockery. I imagine mine would read something like this:

swanage and <unlucky girl> decided to get hitched. We'd like you watch the whole debacle, so please show up at <place> on <date> at <time>. Also we're gonna give you free food and liquor so don't forget to bring us a present, you ingrate. And for that matter, write back telling us how many people you're bringing to wolf down our food.

See? Simple, sarcastic, and straight to the point all at the same time.

Maybe it's not masculine for me to be pondering marriage as a single man, but by Eris, if riding a motorcycle and looking fucking hot as hell without a shirt on aren't masculine enough, I don't know what is.