Wednesday, August 04, 2004

It's Come To This

It's go time. In a few minutes, I will be standing before the mayor of Maaseik, Belgium, completely clueless as to what he's trying to say, hoping that K. doesn't flake out as an interpreter, as she is wont to do from time to time. Barring something grossly more unexpected than that, I will be, the next time I post, a married man. What to think of all this? As the clock winds down, I'm thinking of fate and destiny as the romantic agencies of love and marriage, and I cannot but conclude that it is all complete bollocks.

The family is stirring in the next room, and I'm getting glares from those who walk by the computer room on their way to the toilet, so I guess I should do the pre-ceremonial mingle. Stay tuned.