So, tomorrow there is a wedding I believe you have all been invited to.
Thought it might be fun to tell stories of courtship and marriage.
I will start it off, by telling you a lovely story, or at least I think it is.
I met Ron on Carnivale. He was my boss. I thought he was kinda fabulous, but he was my boss.
Well, it was an absolutely horrible show to work on. Insanely beautiful and wildly creative, but so absolutely out of control that I went blind in one eye, one day from the stress. After a van of costumes suspiciously burned up, and I had a crew from hell that I was trying to manage, Ron and I had more and more meetings to try and do damage control.
I was smitten by this time, while trying to talk myself out of having a crush on my boss.
It was pretty late one evening, and we had been having a disaster control meeting in my office. We’d been talking about all the horrid details, and drinking scotch at the same time.
We were just about done, when he said, “I have something else I need to talk to you about”
I was flooded with terror. “Here it comes, this is where I get fired.”
Ron says. “you know when we are in meetings, and you are sitting over on the side and I am up in front?”
(WHAT the hell ????????? I am thinking.)
“Well”, he says, “Everytime you lean forward to say something, it is as if the lights get brighter in the room, and then when you lean back, they go dim again”
I will tell you the rest of the story after the wedding episode.