Monday, August 13, 2007

 

Chop Chop, and It's Off to Lunch We Go

This weekend, TW and I attended a wedding at City Hall in New York, followed the next day by a reception closer to us (and open to TB and TG). (I've known the groom since early grad school. To give you some idea of just how long ago that was, George Bush was President, the price of gas shot up, and we were at war with Iraq. Good times...) Vignettes from the weekend:

- After the ceremony, as we came into the hallway, the groom's brother stood nonchalantly quaffing a can of diet peach Snapple. Somehow, it didn't quite fit.


Comments:
"I came away with a recommendation for another author of similar bent, which is no small thing."

You wouldn't care to share, would you? Sheesh....

In expectation that you will, let me offer you a suggestion if you enjoy English Grotesque: Patrick Hamilton's 'Slaves of Solitude.'
 
Hi Dean Dad, As befits all the conversation about composition on this blog, I thought I'd comment on ou writing saying that the bride and groom met while they were "on" different hemispheres.

I've always thought a hemisphere was something you were "in".

I wonder if you'd be on a continent (although perhaps that might be "in" too. I'd say you are "in" a country (within its borders), "on" an island, or "on" a hill top. My grandparents lived in settlement on top of a hill where there was a mine, and people talk of living "on minehilltoptown"

I wonder if there is a logic here, that things where the border is a line on a map you are in, things which are discrete entities you can stand on you are on.

Lovely to hear of the wedding, best wishes to the bride and groom.
 
"I've known the groom since early grad school. To give you some idea of just how long ago that was, George Bush was President, the price of gas shot up, and we were at war with Iraq. Good times..."

I'm glad you clarified later. That sentence could refer to 1990 or to last week.
 
"We exchanged significant glances. At least, I gave him a significant glance and he looked like a stuffed frog, his habit when being discreet."

--P.G. Wodehouse, “How Right You Are, Jeeves”
 
Re: NYC traffic.

Time for an airship.
 
Yeah, I came by to ask for full identification of your Wodehouse-esque author, too. That's a cruel tease!
 
I was referred to Jerome K. Jerome. I'd never heard of him. Anybody know his stuff? Is he Wodehouse-esque?
 
Three Men in A Boat? Aside from the niggly fact that he predates Wodehouse, I guess I can see the connection. Very very funny.
 
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