08 July 2006
4 "you there! hooligans!"
my oldest, dearest sister-friend libby got married last night in what turned out to be the funnest wedding of all time. growing up we whiled away entire summers sprawled on the cool wood floor before my GPs' television dipping vanilla wafers in chocolate pudding and watching judy garland musicals. a favorite was summer stock, in which a group of actors invade a hicktown farm and crash the historical society's barnyard polka, taking to the dance floor with their wild swing moves as the scandalized townfolk watch from the sidelines fearing for their saftey. it was appropriate then that libby's wedding should climax with a cluster of dancing grad students and bridesmaids singing "livin' on a prayer" at the top of their lungs while the "adults" looked on from a safe distance in wonder. there we were: shoes off, skirts hiked, voices shrill, arms entwined, singing with our eyes closed. magical.