Taking Back the Feminine

Soooo...new story idea. I came up with this one eating pizza with Corey while we sat in sun-drenched benches. We joked about weddings, which of course, inevitably led to joking about OUR weddings. Corey came up with an entire fantasy for mine. Apparently, I'm going to marry a woman. (No surprises there. And NO comments from the peanut gallery! *looks to Smithra and Jenny* *and Scrub Josh*). Corey will be my hair dresser, photographer, reporter. Apparently, when we (the nameless woman and I) exchanged vows and rings, he's going to take our hair and tie it in a Celtic knot. At this point, Rion (who's going to be my best man), will smack Corey for messing up the ceremony. Corey will then turn and say "Spell your name right, fruitcake."

I think it's one of those location jokes. And atmosphere jokes.

Out of all this unrealistic charade (like Corey would ever be my hairdresser), came title ideas for crappy romances. "Three Brides and A Groom" Corey said. "Why?" said I. "Two couples, life-long friends, who get married in churches across from each other and have a joint reception."
Bam! Inspiration hit me, along with the smell of more pizza coming out the oven. So I scribbled it all down, and Corey and I even came up with names for the couples.

Joycelin and Connor. (Irish, much?)
Rebecca and Katherine. ("You like Bible names, don't you?"--Corey)

So, I shall put this into my computer and see what I can do with it.

Now back to work, Bob.