Well, maybe not so naturally, because the last wedding I went to was my own. Twenty years ago. Times sure have changed since I got married. I felt so out of place.
I mean, I took a shower.
I wore a dress. (And was told I clean up nice for a white girl.)
I took my hat off.
I left my phone in the car.
I was a bit overdressed. Apparently, these days, t-shirts and jeans are acceptable wedding attire. And hats. And cell phones.
Be that as it may, it was still a very nice ceremony, even though it was not in Klingon.
Or Sindarin.
Or The Black Speech of Mordor.
Or Old High Gallifreyan. Just plain old English.
And I didn't check the score of the ball game.
Well, not until I got to the reception, anyway. (Got to get a handle on those turnovers, Boys!)
After which they did not release The Kraken.
But during which, I was told-- once again-- that one day I would meet Mr. Right. And when that happens, I can have the wedding of my dreams.
Now, if you will excuse me, I've got some translating and Kraken hunting to do.
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