Friday, May 27, 2011

The death of irony

  • It's not rain, on my brother's wedding day
  • It's a free ride on a trolley (except for whoever booked it) to take some wedding photos
  • The brief ceremony will be outdoors but I'm not worried about black flies and don't know if they're even serving Chardonnay
  • The only death row prisoners I've met were the wrongly convicted men whose cases I worked on as a law student; they were all exonerated in courtrooms, not executed or pardoned too late, and anyway I don't think they know my brother or are invited to the wedding 
  • Afraid to fly or otherwise, everyone who flew here for the wedding is here now. As their planes touched down without incident, they thought, "Well isn't this nice."
It isn't ironic, don't you think?


Elaine said...

Well, I know it's not your own wedding, but what about a touching picture of the Bass Brothers so that your faithful readers can share the occasion?

Is it bad to be nosy?
Apparently no paparazzi were nearby--I checked the tabloids at the grocery store....

Ben said...

It was a beautiful, understated, elegant affair, packed with old friends, brimming with love. My lighthearted co-best man speech seemed to go over well, but it was a mere bagatelle within the greater occasion.

Elaine said...

Well, I hope you have just such an occasion in your own future. It sounds absolutely lovely!