Haunting the Living

my sister is throwing us a wedding shower. i'm not even really sure what that is. i understand that this means we need to a) invite people and b) register.

it seems the fact that i'm invited to the shower is not all that normal. i think usually showers are just women giving each other underwear. that does not sound all too different from a late night cinemax movie and i like those.

anyway, this shower will have women and menfolk. because if underwear is going to be exchanged, i want in. while i am not instrumental in the planning of this event, i think it's going to be geared towards the "already married" audience. so they can cluck at us and give us good advice such as, "There are no good wedding bands. Being in a band that plays weddings will suck your soul out. We went for super-lame and it was fine. It didn't matter at all."

see? thanks married friend x!

registering sounds fun and un-fun. and complicated. since we're planning on leaving the country (i did tell you that, right?) after we get hitched, asking for blenders n' shit won't do us much good.

actually, that whole plan needs some thinking.

step one: get married
step two: go to ozzie-trailer and have party
step three: walk around in daze going, "married? married?"
step four: go to secret honeymoon location
step five: something else

it's the fifth step that needs some work. travel is likely. but where? how much money will we have? should we try to get jobs in europe for a bit? move to madagascar and teach lemurs to make pie? get a job saving the west-african pelican clam and/or write a book about spam telepathy?

i guess we'll just see what happens. william shatner reminds me that we're all going to die so we should live life. (have you listened to that album? it's really perfectly horribly great). i guess that's the plan.

step five: live life
step six: haunt the living

easy parcheesi.