A toast to the Happy Couple 060907
There are critical times in your life where the universal lattice of coincidence places two people on a collision course where time and space lose their control and the world revolves around each other.
Often what is in one’s heart is left for viewing by a lone member of the audience. Scene after scene played in the solitary confines of a personal theater.
It is rare when the emotional and literal movie of life is shared with an audience. Today as friends, confidants, canines and the result of unusually low US immigration standards imposed on our ancestors, we have been invited to a private screening of the epic saga that is now Mr. and Mrs..
Tickets to this premier were hard to come by. I had mine on eBay and had too turn down a final bid of almost $742. But I did it willing and with a complete disregard of its effect on my seller’s rating.
Which brings me to my clichés, cheese covered sentiments and open ended well wishes;
Molly.
Good golly Miss Molly, a wop bop a boo bop a wop bam boo.
If heart is currency, you are rich beyond your wildest dreams.
Every time you smile the newspaper should print your picture on the front page.
Love hurts, love scars, love wound and mars. But down the road, the long and winding road, Botox is available at Dr. Bitter’s office in Los Gatos. It works for me so see me after for contact information.
The story of how Jeff and Molly met as I heard it;
Molly, you were sitting at tiny table in ritzy restaurant. You were staring at your coffee cup and Jeff was trying to get his courage up by applying booze. He said, “You don’t like my type but I guess you’ll do.’ When I first heard this story I openly wept.
Molly, Jeff is your ice cream man and you stopped him while he was passing by.
Mac;
When we met you were just another man out of Boston, on the road trying to make ends meet.
Jeff and I met when he was attending AZ State University. Mac there is a word for people who go to school for eight years, their called; Doctors.
At that time on our lives you and I thought it was cool to rock it old school.
Jeff was, and I emphasize was, Mr. Catch me if you can, “Well my friend, you are going down in a blaze of glory.”
Mac, keep in mind, although it is too late; that every rose has it thorn, and the first cut is the deepest.
Think about the implications of diving into deep, and possibly the complications. Know that it will be all right. Perhaps it’s just my imagination.
Because Jeff, you are no longer as free as a bird now, Molly is the lightning, the thunder and you never knew that it would strike, hey, hey, hey. And that my friend, is incredible in many ways.
Wrap it up Already
Molly, Jeff, friends, you probably feel more like you do now than you ever have. Except Elvis, he had them and lost them. But I digress.
In life and in love you will see things more clearly, love each other more dearly, day by day.
Look to your future because that is where you spend the rest of your life.
Remember it is better to shoot for the moon and miss then shoot for the stars and never get off the ground.
And with a Mendocino centric tribute to your love, life and house of mutts, I say:
From this moment on, the world is your oyster, go shuck it!
There are critical times in your life where the universal lattice of coincidence places two people on a collision course where time and space lose their control and the world revolves around each other.
Often what is in one’s heart is left for viewing by a lone member of the audience. Scene after scene played in the solitary confines of a personal theater.
It is rare when the emotional and literal movie of life is shared with an audience. Today as friends, confidants, canines and the result of unusually low US immigration standards imposed on our ancestors, we have been invited to a private screening of the epic saga that is now Mr. and Mrs.
Tickets to this premier were hard to come by. I had mine on eBay and had too turn down a final bid of almost $742. But I did it willing and with a complete disregard of its effect on my seller’s rating.
Which brings me to my clichés, cheese covered sentiments and open ended well wishes;
Molly.
Good golly Miss Molly, a wop bop a boo bop a wop bam boo.
If heart is currency, you are rich beyond your wildest dreams.
Every time you smile the newspaper should print your picture on the front page.
Love hurts, love scars, love wound and mars. But down the road, the long and winding road, Botox is available at Dr. Bitter’s office in Los Gatos. It works for me so see me after for contact information.
The story of how Jeff and Molly met as I heard it;
Molly, you were sitting at tiny table in ritzy restaurant. You were staring at your coffee cup and Jeff was trying to get his courage up by applying booze. He said, “You don’t like my type but I guess you’ll do.’ When I first heard this story I openly wept.
Molly, Jeff is your ice cream man and you stopped him while he was passing by.
Mac;
When we met you were just another man out of Boston, on the road trying to make ends meet.
Jeff and I met when he was attending AZ State University. Mac there is a word for people who go to school for eight years, their called; Doctors.
At that time on our lives you and I thought it was cool to rock it old school.
Jeff was, and I emphasize was, Mr. Catch me if you can, “Well my friend, you are going down in a blaze of glory.”
Mac, keep in mind, although it is too late; that every rose has it thorn, and the first cut is the deepest.
Think about the implications of diving into deep, and possibly the complications. Know that it will be all right. Perhaps it’s just my imagination.
Because Jeff, you are no longer as free as a bird now, Molly is the lightning, the thunder and you never knew that it would strike, hey, hey, hey. And that my friend, is incredible in many ways.
Wrap it up Already
Molly, Jeff, friends, you probably feel more like you do now than you ever have. Except Elvis, he had them and lost them. But I digress.
In life and in love you will see things more clearly, love each other more dearly, day by day.
Look to your future because that is where you spend the rest of your life.
Remember it is better to shoot for the moon and miss then shoot for the stars and never get off the ground.
And with a Mendocino centric tribute to your love, life and house of mutts, I say:
From this moment on, the world is your oyster, go shuck it!
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