I went to a wedding today. The bride was the last of my close friends from college to take the plunge. It was elegant and moving. It was also attended by two lovely old broads who made snide comments the whole way through - some loud enough for the minister to hear. I adopted them. (Actually, I've heard stories about them for years from my college friend. I hadn't quite realized just how much of a kick in the pants they really were until this wedding.)

It was an outdoor wedding, and they encouraged me to wear shades - even though I had to stand up in front of everybody and read Shakespeare. They also encouraged me to "forget" the edits that the minister had encouraged in the sonnet. (I'm sorry... love is not love that changes when it change finds? This is not poetry.)

So I did. Just for them.

One nice touch - we were spared some of the sweltering heat by lovely little white folding fans placed on each seat. It was kind of funny to look around and see who actually knew how to use one. I had no idea it was such a lost art. Also, I got to give a 5-second dancing lesson to one of the brides maids who found out at the last minute that she couldn't avoid going out on the dance floor with a groomsman. Apparently my fascination with Jane Austen has done me some good.

Books: I've been too busy getting ready for this wedding to get much writing done. I hate it when life gets in the way of my fiction. (But - if you're reading this after you return from Scotland, I'm still very happy for you, my friend.)