conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

a lovely evening

Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night's repose

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Last night was lovely. After slogging away in the library for half the day and then sliding over to the church office to tackle some e-mails and other things, I had the lovely opportunity to go to Humboldt Park to preside at a wedding. It was a very small affair. Eight people attended. The bride is someone with whom I am acquainted through my wife. I met the groom only at the meeting where we planned this brief service.

It was great. We met by the boathouse. We stood on the bridge together. Tattoos and piercings were the rule of the day. The bride's tea-length dress showed off a cyclist's legs. Her celtic tattoos were awe inspiring. She had a bouquet of lilies and peacock feathers. The groom was dressed in a black shirt and pants. He wore no blazer. He too looked great.

Come to think of it, I was the only one there who did not walk or ride my bike to the wedding. Had I but known!

After the ceremony we went to a local ice cream parlor where the couple had their first date. We were all still dressed from the wedding, bouquet, veil and clergy collar. The couple held hands and chatted with their friends. We all shared in a fifty-scoop sundae.

I left early so that they could simply enjoy the company of their friends...and so I could head over to Andersonville to meet my friend, Roger, for conversation and a cuppa jo. Roger and I talked about pet snakes, music, German women and the homeless man who suffers from Tourette's Syndrome who was across the street. Trish met us at about 9:30.

I love nights like last night. Occasions marked by intimacy and conversation always fill my cup to o'er flowing.

Have a great day, gang.

Posted by tripp at October 10, 2007 07:25 AM