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Jen asked me what I wanted to do to mark this big occasion. My first response? Get wasted. (I

I feel certain I’ve written about our wickedly fun wedding day before but I can’t find it. The capsule version – we got married in our Cambridge living room. Oni walked me down the “aisle” (the hallway), to the music of The Dell Vikings, Come Go With Me. Jen (who’d snagged a preacher for the day certificate) did the legalized unification deed. First TAB and I read bits of our fave poems, cracked wise and laughed a LOT. At the end, Jen announced that we “could now swap spit.” We did.
You and me could really exist
~ Lawrence Ferlinghetti, from A Coney Island of the Mind
Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust.
~ Gregory Corso, from Marriage
We’d planned the day so’s we could have our wedding banquet (Chinese/French fusion cuisine and a chocolate on chocolate with chocolate cake for dessert) while watching the big play-off game. Patriots and some other damn team. Like TAB and I, the Pat’s won.
What will I do today? Temps will hit 50 or thereabouts so, possibly, a VERY long, meditative walk on Nantasket. No doubt, there’ll be elliptical action and a new painting begun. I'll reread some Corso and Ferlinghetti while spending prone time with our purr monster kitten. Afterward, Jen, Oni and I will have Brussel sprout pizza (yes, EVERY damn thing’s better with Brussel sprouts!), watch a couple eps of our new fave show, Grimm and toast my all-too-soon-gone-from-this-world beloved Hunny Pie.
There’s a hole in my heart the size of the Grand Canyon.
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