“…behind the paint will be the shell of a used-up man.”
Day 7: Your dream wedding.
I was never one to think about / plan out elaborate weddings or anything like that. I never even humored the concept of marriage… I’ve never liked it. (another rant for another time) But, I have recently been persuaded into slight consideration because someone I know is much more traditional and expects a wedding.
I guess if I had to get married, it would be ocean-front. Toes in the sand, no shoes, no shirts (guys), no problems. Ladies would wear sheer white blouses with some sort of tropical bathing suit under, guys would wear hibiscus printed trunks… both parties would have on wayfarers and all of the chairs would be beach chairs.
I would (ideally) be able to wear a Hawaiian bikini and the boy would be in his Hawaiian trunks. We’d write our own vows and our rings would be made from sterling silver with small diamonds in his and matching ones in mine.
Oh, and there would HAVE to be Koalas.
/sigh. Even if this did happen, it would still be a few more years.
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Day 8: A song to match your mood.
The Beach Boys - Kokomo.
