Well that was unexpected. The casual mid-week barbecue I went to this evening suddenly turned into a wedding midway through. A very casual, low-key wedding; I wasn't dressed up and I think I was still more dressed up than the bride and groom. I blame burlesque.
It was pretty cool to watch Ursula and Kevin exchange vows and rings. Or, rather, vows and a ring and a pendant made of walrus penis because Ursula just isn't a ring-wearer at all. Here's to many happy years for them.
I was the only single woman at the wedding, as it happened, so Ursula threw the “bouquet” (one lily) in my direction. I dropped it. I am just never getting married, am I. Ah well, as long as I have a decent string of boyfriends and/or exes-with-benefits, I'll be happy. Especially if they keep on being willing to critique my writing in progress.
And now it is sleepytime.