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| Groom kisses bride (Joey Kulkin photo, August 15, 2012) |
BENNINGTON -- They tied the knot 71 days ago with 278 words, 2 rings, 1 kiss ... and a couple of pretty tasty honeymoon hoagies.
They've already quarreled. What young lovers don't quarrel?
"Just don't go to bed angry at each other," I said.
They agreed.
Indeed, indeed.
But while they tied the official knot at a Main Street hot dog cart famous for its "New England blood clot" ... and while riggers in passing 18-wheelers and 51-year-old women in oxygenized nose tubes sitting under sidewalk umbrellas witnessed the open-air ceremony ... Chris and Jennifer won't "officially" get married till May '13. Or August '13. It all depends on when Jennifer has to fly to Texas for a Mary Kay convention of some sort.
Either way, Chris and his wife, Jennifer; Jennifer and her husband, Chris; walked into Fiddlehead last night bearing the same wide smiles as August 15, when they promised to love each other in front of a town selector's food cart called "Jimmy Joe's Curbside Grill," which for a day was renamed "Jimmy Joe's Curbside Chapel of Love".
The three of us talked last night for 15 minutes about writing and marriage, and marriage and the self-publishing bookbinding machine at Northshire Bookstore in Manchester, and next May's wedding for their families and friends. Unless it's in August, which might not be such a great time, what with the dog days of summer and all. Then again, they can all jump in the pool after Chris plants another whopper on Jennifer's lips.
May ... August. Whatever. So long as they promise to love each other forever, again.
(Shhh. Don't say anything, but Chris and Jennifer haven't told their families about their little curbside wedding 71 days ago. Only a few of their friends know -- like Jennifer's closest girlfriends in Milwaukee -- and they won't say anything because Chris and Jennifer went all Tonya Harding and threatened to whack their knees with crowbars. So yeah, don't go trying to tell their parents. August 15 at Jimmy Joe's is a secret. Shhh!)
Where was I? Right, Northshire Bookstore and self-publishing. Jennifer thinks that maybe I could write a story about their "official" wedding in May (or August). She said she cries every time she read the story I wrote (HERE) on August 15, which was the International Day of Love. She loved the story so much that she wrote me a Thank You card. Wrote it! With her hand! Real ink and card! Who writes Thank You cards these days?
Jennifer hinted that we ought to try to find Jean and Daron -- who celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary the day Chris and Jennifer officially tied the knot -- to see if they wanted to be a part of the "official" wedding in May or August (but not June or July, no way. Have you ever seen a dolled-up bride sweat in mid-July? Me, either, so let's not set a precedent there, bubba).
Told Jennifer I don't know if I have Jean's and Daron's contact info but that I'll look. Actually, now that I think about it, finding Jean shouldn't be so difficult.
Same thing with the folks in the Teaneck-Yonkers love story for the ages. I love that Teaneck-Yonkers love story, although I'm still not going to join J-Date or Q-Date or any other Letter-Date. Unless I'm guaranteed a 5'6 point guard who loves baseball and Oasis. I'd also consider a 6'1 power forward who enjoys college football and Depeche Mode.
Chris and Jennifer and I talked about a few other things, which aren't important right now.
Before we talked about self-publishing a wedding story for the ages by possibly using my words and Northshire Bookstore's cool bookbinding machine, Chris and Jennifer and I walked into Fiddlehead's Graffiti Vault.
They're so into each other, like a spoon in Jimmy's blood clot.
They've already quarreled. What young lovers don't quarrel?
"Just don't go to bed angry at each other," I said.
They agreed.
Indeed, indeed.
But while they tied the official knot at a Main Street hot dog cart famous for its "New England blood clot" ... and while riggers in passing 18-wheelers and 51-year-old women in oxygenized nose tubes sitting under sidewalk umbrellas witnessed the open-air ceremony ... Chris and Jennifer won't "officially" get married till May '13. Or August '13. It all depends on when Jennifer has to fly to Texas for a Mary Kay convention of some sort.
Either way, Chris and his wife, Jennifer; Jennifer and her husband, Chris; walked into Fiddlehead last night bearing the same wide smiles as August 15, when they promised to love each other in front of a town selector's food cart called "Jimmy Joe's Curbside Grill," which for a day was renamed "Jimmy Joe's Curbside Chapel of Love".
The three of us talked last night for 15 minutes about writing and marriage, and marriage and the self-publishing bookbinding machine at Northshire Bookstore in Manchester, and next May's wedding for their families and friends. Unless it's in August, which might not be such a great time, what with the dog days of summer and all. Then again, they can all jump in the pool after Chris plants another whopper on Jennifer's lips.
May ... August. Whatever. So long as they promise to love each other forever, again.
(Shhh. Don't say anything, but Chris and Jennifer haven't told their families about their little curbside wedding 71 days ago. Only a few of their friends know -- like Jennifer's closest girlfriends in Milwaukee -- and they won't say anything because Chris and Jennifer went all Tonya Harding and threatened to whack their knees with crowbars. So yeah, don't go trying to tell their parents. August 15 at Jimmy Joe's is a secret. Shhh!)
Where was I? Right, Northshire Bookstore and self-publishing. Jennifer thinks that maybe I could write a story about their "official" wedding in May (or August). She said she cries every time she read the story I wrote (HERE) on August 15, which was the International Day of Love. She loved the story so much that she wrote me a Thank You card. Wrote it! With her hand! Real ink and card! Who writes Thank You cards these days?
Jennifer hinted that we ought to try to find Jean and Daron -- who celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary the day Chris and Jennifer officially tied the knot -- to see if they wanted to be a part of the "official" wedding in May or August (but not June or July, no way. Have you ever seen a dolled-up bride sweat in mid-July? Me, either, so let's not set a precedent there, bubba).
Told Jennifer I don't know if I have Jean's and Daron's contact info but that I'll look. Actually, now that I think about it, finding Jean shouldn't be so difficult.
Same thing with the folks in the Teaneck-Yonkers love story for the ages. I love that Teaneck-Yonkers love story, although I'm still not going to join J-Date or Q-Date or any other Letter-Date. Unless I'm guaranteed a 5'6 point guard who loves baseball and Oasis. I'd also consider a 6'1 power forward who enjoys college football and Depeche Mode.
Chris and Jennifer and I talked about a few other things, which aren't important right now.
Before we talked about self-publishing a wedding story for the ages by possibly using my words and Northshire Bookstore's cool bookbinding machine, Chris and Jennifer and I walked into Fiddlehead's Graffiti Vault.
They're so into each other, like a spoon in Jimmy's blood clot.
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| Jennifer and Chris inside Fiddlehead's Graffiti Vault (Joey Kulkin photo, October 24, 2012) |
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