March 28th, 2006

Dead Dog Cat

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Eighteen years ago today, a bunch of my friends and I entered a hotel room to find it trashed and TPed. It seems that one of the bridesmaids had persuaded the front desk to give her the key to the groomsmens' dressing room, and had proceeded to make merry.

A little later, as is Jewish custom, I had to go to sign the Ketubah, the marriage contract. I knocked on the door, and there, with a light overhead, I saw a vision in white. The thought still brings tears to my eyes, and, no, it's not due to allergies.

Soon, we were standing under a Chupah, and reciting the prayers.

I'd do it all again in a flash.

Happy anniversary, forestcats!