novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- getting married blindfolded in a boat today in book binding class.
delia asked me who the little red devils were, as in, what do the ironed on letters on my teeshirt stand for? i said it's a bowling team, i think, i got it at a thrift store. delia said she imagined tons of little red devils running around. that look like me? i asked her. she started laughing and squeaked LITTLE RED ELKAS EVERYWHERE LITTLE RED ELKAS! i started laughing too, stomping my feet on the ground and surprizing other classmates. i am usually timid in that class because xxxxx is in it, but she wasn't there today, so i calmed down in one way and acted up in another. after a little time passed and we were almost done gluing the spines on our case bindings, the conversation turned to weddings. one of our classmates, kelli, is stuck in florida being a bridesmaid. (kelli fears florida. she confided in me that her ex boyfriend's parents tried to sell her into a prostitution ring there, but it seemed so strange. but kelli also grew up in the circus.) delia: i call for a moment of respect due to kelli for wearing a burgundy taffeda bridesmaid dress, RIGHT NOW! talk about weddings and evil dresses ensue. somehow the circus, probably due kelli's background, is brought into it. as this happens delia opens a goldmine, showing me dimensions into her character that i didn't know existed before. it was like i was looking at pure gold. i had always been endeared to delia, what with her knowing xxx's boyfriend and my trying to fix her up with xxx at the same time, what with her loud, hurting piercing laugh that disarms you, what with the way she commandeers the radio to play old blues women who actually played their own instruments. delia: weddings are atrocious. me: the only wedding that i've ever been to, i was twelve and i had extremely big hair and i got stuck with making sure people signed the guestbook.* delia: i did go to a crazy wedding once. my friends were getting married, and they wanted it to be a circus wedding, so they told me to bring a costume. the only costume i could find was an old maid's costume from like the hilton at a thrift store. not one of those french maid sexy type costumes, but a real maid outfit. elka: ? delia: everybody else was DECKED OUT. and i was a maid! are you sure i haven't told you about this before? elka: ? delia: they are in the circus. so it was a circus wedding. everyone there was pierced tattooed or riding an animal. the couple got married blindfolded in a boat. (the ultimate wedding metaphor) delia: that was the tame part. after all the relatives left, the bride and groom danced their traditional "first dance." it wasn't some tom jones love ballad with them swaying on the fake wood floor along to a synthesizer. now, the bride doesn't know how to inhale fire, but she can dance with these rags attached to chains that are on fire, and twirl them around her body. the husband (peanut) knows how to breathe fire, but they did the rag dance, exceptionally close together. totally dangerous. elka: ! delia: they just had a kid, his name is chance. i'm his godmother... everyone in the class was staring at her, and i could see the images she oh-so- effortlessly stuck behind our eyes: elephants and colors and contortions and sacred vows and getting married in a boat blindfolded and on fire....it was like delia had opened up a portal. and if i ever learn how to put pictures on this site, you will see them. the end! *perhaps this is why i now fear guestbooks, be they wedding related or diaryland ilk. 9:49 pm - 2.22.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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