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Monday, December 18, 2006

Love and Marriage and Tickets to England

So no shit, there we were getting married by Dr. Murgatroyd in the streets of London.

Wait, let me back up a bit.

There I was being pulled apart by Ebeneezer Scrooges, with Ebeneezer pulling my right arm and Ebeneezer pulling my left arm.

No wait, further back.

So there I was, being offered a ticket to England by the elder Ebeneezer Scrooge.

Okay, let's face it - no matter how you slice it, going back just isn't going to make it make sense. You see, every Sunday, the now-redeemed elder Mr. Scrooge comes back to Fezziwig's, asks for forgiveness, and gives the younger Mr. Scrooge a bit of advice about what to do with the holiday season - spend time with your loved ones rather than frantically trying to spend money on them. Usually it's good advice. Sometimes Martin rambles a little. Last night, things went completely starkers. Usually I stand on the sidelines, waiting for a cue to come in, forgive the elder, and be handed back to the younger when he admits he should value me a little more than mere money. It started out like that, and then Martin (the elder Ebeneezer) suggested that he bought two tickets to England (where Martin really lives) and I should go with him because he had more money than his younger self anyway. Things went a little wacky from that point on. I mean, first of all, we're already supposed to be in England. Later on, it finally came to both of them literally playing Belle tug-of-war. My younger Ebeneezer suggested we could get married now. I suggested "And go to Paris." He said yes and I pulled away from the elder, and Major Fezziwig jumped in and said, "Yes! Go! Run! Now!" and off we went. So as carol out parade left the warehouse, we asked Dr. Murgatroyd to marry us. We hurried him up as the parade approached, and we spent about 25 seconds as the happiest newlyweds ever, before Erik had to grab his things and catch his ride. So, yeah, crazy times. But y'know, I love Dickens Fair. Anything can happen.


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