Another wedding

My suit stuck out amongst the ren faire crowd. I looked like I was hired for security (cept for the missing ear-wire). It seems I know a lot of the renaissance crowd, perhaps I should go to that thing. I’m not really into uncomfortable clothing or dirt. I keep wanting to scream that only 1 of perhaps 2 or 3 thousand was a lord or lady - the rest wore rags and were covered in filth, and ALL of them were covered with parasites. Ew! I suppose if I ever wind up at ren faire, I could wear rags and show skin. I look hot sticking out of a burlap sack with streaks of dirt. Most disturbing sight - young girl in a corset. I mean boobs-up corset. That’s...just...odd...Speaking of odd Quinn made it out - wish she did that more often.

Best part of the ceremony - the cardinal opening up a flask, offering it to the groom, and then taking a swig himself. My cheer at seeing Slash “Oh my, what a FLAMBOYANT groom!” I like my freaky friend’s weddings. I’m never offended by the vows or ceremony, as opposed to xtian affairs. Catholics say the most horrific things in their weddings...often describing the ‘role’ of the woman in terms that would embarrass a toy poodle.

I left early to come home and study. I fell asleep almost upon crossing the threshold.

People find me attractive in a suit. ( and it goes on )

Hi, my name is José, and I’m a cancer. Turn offs include rude people, and people that find me attractive in suits.

Man the freaks are pairing off en masse. ( and on )

I also met my match - my flame-on was no where near the boy-boi couple, with the lace and cord tights. I've been out-flamed!