i would not wish
i’m going to keep this short and sweet, just like the groom. actually, i’m not. those of you that were at my wedding and heard my vows know you better get comfortable.
as people often do.
He was straight laced and corny, with a penchant for expensive shoes and designer gifts. He had abominable taste in music and wore copious amounts of khaki. He golfed. I told him dirty jokes while slamming whiskey and dragged him to rock shows in filthy dive bars. I wore skintight denim and had his birthday tattooed on my wrist.
the 10 commandments of attending a rock show
the smashing pumpkins and marilyn manson ‘the end times’ tour show at pnc was incredible. the people in attendance…. beyond rude. everywhere i turned i witnessed blatant disregard for the bands as well as fellow concertgoers. i came home and feverishly compiled the following set of rock and roll etiquette guidelines.
i recognized her as one of us in an instant.
we are told never to judge a book by its cover. instructed to know people before making judgements. for the most part, this advise is sound. for the most part. but i fiercely believe the clothing people choose wear and the way they decorate themselves speaks volumes. where ever i go, i am on the lookout for members of my tribe.
by any other name
i handed my identity over to a petite government agent with a head full of tightly wound curls. i scribbled my new signature on a sheet of paper and was promised a social security card with my new name in return. back in my beat up honda civic, i sat in the blistering heat and cried.
but i was never whole.
a few years ago i penned my single girl vows to my single people friends. today i set down a new set of promises. this time to my husband.
then i took a breath
with the wedding only thirteen days away i entered panic mode this morning. hard.
create peace
when you ask a woman on the brink of marriage, “how do you feel?” almost always the immediate and repeated answer is “so excited!” and with my own wedding just thirty baby days away, yes, i am psyched. i would also like to admit, for myself and for all women about to walk down the aisle, there are other feelings too!
left with only two choices
i can feel it coming. like i always do. slowly. quietly. softly. gaining speed and building momentum. growing. ignore it and it isn’t real. but it grows. until it is too big to ignore. too big to overcome.
stick em up!
i am commissioning my comrades to help spread the mcp message of living life as loud as possible.