Wedding Hijinks

The problem with throwing centerpiece fruit into the trees at your friends’ wedding reception is that it might get eaten by a horse.  Who the hell knows what happens after that?  Maybe the horse gets a stomachache and falls down dead.  Maybe fruit loving hyenas catch the scent from Africa and attack your friend’s horse, who is now sweating citrus.  Maybe a girl horse gets frightened by the bright colors and some well-meaning boyfriend horse sees the fear as a weakness and forces the other horse to eat the fruit as a means of overcoming her phobia thereby cementing what was once at most a wariness into a full blown experiential terror at the sight, smell or taste of papaya. 

I don’t know about any of this; it’s all just possibilities.  All I know is drop kicking a lemon is just about the worst way to not get your pants dirty.

Wedding Wondering

When you are unemployed, one day you will go visit some friends’ wedding for a weekend in Tennessee.  The mead will flow and by doing so, anoint your virgin petals with the sweet nectar of hearty re-acquaintance.  Brothers and Sisters from another life will climb the heights to greet you and through the lens of their life-moves will you judge worthy your endeavors and strike to achieve them once more.  All your demons will rear and retreat while the whispy and transient ghost of prospect will wholly substantiate. 

And so, while the oppressive palm of doubt may press slowly but strongly from the reaches of your mind, forcing questions and negating answers, you, heartened, are able to win fortitude and bravery by minding timeless memories and witnessing warmth in the genuine smiles on the faces of the dear and hopefully soon-to-be-near.