The Mrs. Frinklin and I received another reminder of just how bad we are this married stuff. My younger cousin Steve was married a few months before us. This flabbergasted me, and caught those of my family I’m still on speaking terms with completely by surprise. We had always assumed he was Gay Cousin Steve. He always fit Seinfeld’s “thin, single and neat” criteria, and to top it off he moved as far as he possibly could from his slightly-crazed bible-thumping parents. We were wrong though, last year we received a wedding announcement from Apparently Non-Gay Cousin Steve. He had found a lovely girl named Bobbie Sue or Bobbie Jo or some other gloriously silly name.
They eloped too, but with far more panache than the Frinklins. From what others tell me, Steve, Billie Ray and a few select friends spent a weekend in the Bahamas, where they (Steve and Cindy Lou, not the whole group) got married, unbeknownst to just about everyone in either family. Mrs. Frinklin and I, on the other hand, barely planned enough to provide ourselves with clean clothes before going to City Hall. (If you’re interested, my story is here, her version here.) Now, the announcements that Steve sent over a year ago already had the date of the reception. Yesterday we got the official invitation with instructions on how to get there. This has been in planning for like 16 months now.
We have looked at announcements, and we’ve kinda sorta considered dates for our reception. We’ve been married for nearly three months and still haven’t done these things. You’d think that we’d get on the ball just for pure greed. No announcements and no reception mean no presents, right? See, Non-Gay Steve and Billie Jean have it all set up, they’re organized and now they reap the benefits.
The good news? This probably means we’re too damned lazy to ever get divorced
Posted by Frinklin at June 15, 2004 06:37 PMAre you sure that Steve's lovely Bride's name isn't just Billy?
Posted by: Richard at June 16, 2004 07:22 PM