Before I explain the above photo, a couple of bits and bobs….
“…to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death us do part.”
Beautiful promises, ‘cept she’d taken same or similar twice before. Beautiful promises, ‘cept she lied about anything and everything. Beautiful promises, ‘cept I became poorer and sicker while she became richer (from duping me). Beautiful promises, ‘cept she hit me and was implicated in the death of my dog. To have and to hold? Beautiful promises, ‘cept she didn’t keep them. Not with me or the ones before me, and she won’t keep them with the ones that come after.
Have you ever been to a party where you play the “story game”? I’m not sure if that’s what it’s called, but here is how it works. You all sit in a circle to write a story together. You get a piece of paper and a pen. The first person writes a sentence, and passes the paper and pen to the second person. The second person adds a sentence, and folds back the first sentence so it can’t be seen, then passes the paper and pen on to the third person. The third person adds her sentence, seeing only what the second person has written, then folding it back, and passes it on to the next person. So it goes around the circle, so that each person can only see what the previous person has written.
You can keep going around the circle as long as you like and long as the pen and paper hold out. At the end of the game, you have a funny story (hopefully!) that no one expects and everyone laughs.
After Paula and I were married at the Prince George’s County Courthouse on July 20, 2010, she begged me to return to England with her for the month of August. I bought a ticket so I had a seat on the flight next to Paula. We flew from Dulles in Washington, DC, with a change-over in Charlotte, North Carolina, and then on to Gatwick outside of London.
Paula was bored on the flight, so I suggested we do a two-person version of the “story game.” That’s what the first photo is, wrinkled and smudged, a memento I saved full of unfulfilled promises.
When we boarded the plane in Charlotte, we were seated at a bulkhead. Paula tossed her carry-on in front of her feet. The flight attendants were doing their cross-check, and one came along and politely asked Paula to place her carry-on in an overhead bin. Paula refused and gave the flight attendant a tongue-lashing. I cringed, knowing the seriousness of TSA regulations and feared we might be forced off the plane. Paula’s glare was too intense, and the flight attendant skittered away. I’m sure she had a word with her colleagues.
Anyway, in light of these bits and bobs, I thought it would be funny to share the following. It gave me a giggle.
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