I'm gettin' married soon....

I'm still around ya'll. Between work and family I've hardly had a spare moment for weeks. My apologies to those who've sent emails and have yet to receive a reply. I will get to them.

At present, I'm swamped with preparations for the "Huge Public Spectacle Which I've Thoughtlessly Scheduled For The Beginning Of June".....aka "The Singularity", for short.

Ya know, I'm a complicated person. It's not like I'm incapable of doing things in a whole-hearted manner, it's just that I do tend to see a range of extremes in even the 'simplest' of situations. Both 'black' and 'white', at the same time, all the time. The relativistic notion of 'shades of grey', does not even begin to cover the implications.

All of which is to say that I'm conflicted about virtually everything I do, and with good reason. Thus, I hope you'll understand that I'm having a difficult time spitting out what might seem to be a very 'simple' statement....

........I am, indeed, getting married soon. The wedding is large. The amount of preparation involved is overwhelming.

I'm incredibly happy about this but also dreading it like the plague. Ya know, even though I'm the one who's chosen to get married, I insist on my right to kick and scream all the way to the altar. No one ever said being me is easy.

Luckily, My Boy Lollipop finds this battle amusing. And that's really the only/best way to look at it. My struggles are purely internal, and in no way a reflection on anyone else.

Best part of getting married, so far......my mother's seamstress has designed/made the most beautiful dress. It's throughly modern, with clean lines, no ruffles, but still manages to look vaguely victorian. Perfect for an ex-goth girl on her to becoming respectable. I like it so much that I'm thinking of having several variations made up [in colors other than white] as ball gowns for next Mardi Gras season.

Worst part of getting married, so far......everyone obsessing about my hair [dreads with red extensions]. Just what exactly am I supposed to do? Shave my head and wear a wig? I've had to tell everyone to back-the-fuck-off, that I will take care of it. And indeed I have. My friend Angel has given me a beautiful gold scarf with which to tie it up....and the seamstress has found a way to integrate a veil.

Truth is, I'm gonna knock 'em dead, I always do. Think: Medusa as Virgin. Most women should be so lucky as to have my sense of style.

Biggest worry, so far....whether there will be enough oysters available for the reception.

I can't speak for anyone else, but the assurance of plenty of oysters on the half shell [even if they're not from the Gulf] is one of the main reasons I'm planning to attend.

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Obviously, I've been waiting for the right moment to post this song.

My favorite part is when La La name checks his own family.

Sending out invitations...

To friends and all relations...

Dor Da [?], Da Da, Papoose, and Picou too.

I'm switching to mediafire. Hopefully this works better for everyone. So if you want to hear the song, you'll have to click on the 'enjoy' link. Sorry about the pop-ups, I hate them myself.

Hope ya'll enjoy the tune...