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Well, it's two days away. I've just had the dentistry session from hell, and I'm somewhat peaked. So we'll see how it all goes. New suit, mod cufflinks and a tie that looks like it's covered in goth amoeba: check.
What I'm wondering, though, is if any barbeloids want to send something to be read out at the wedding? Greetings, if you will. Mordant, Lurid and Stoatie, I'm looking at you guys, as I don't seem to have email addresses at the moment!
Anyway - if anyone is interested in being read out by my undoubtedly slightly pissed best man (which should've been you, Loomis, you cur!) at a reception where the groom is sweating about having to play backing guitar for one of his longtime musical obsessions, then PLEASE whack something into an email and send it to:
luke@captainfez.com and monika@lackmann.net
posthaste. The wedding's at 4pm on Saturday, Sydney-time, so you'll know when to send out those vibes. I probably won't be able to check computer much after Friday night, so... ahoy hoy!
Failing that, positive magick workings will be welcomed wholeheartedly.
Anyway, after that reasonably embarrassing round of shilling, I hope all that can't be there (but want to be) are well. Hold tight for pix. |
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