Tuesday, June 10, 2008

"Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments", "Autres Temps, Autres Moeurs"

After work on Saturday we went to a wedding reception for the little boy who grew up down the street. It wasn't always obvious that he would find true love since he seemed to invest so much of his emotional capital in engines.
Finally he found a NASCAR-watching, oil changing mama, and it wrenched his world (unless I think of a spark plug or tune-up metaphor in the next few minutes).
His brother gave the first toast at the reception and then the maid of honor stood up and wished that their "love run as smoothly as a Chevy big block."

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