Big day tomorrow, as we go to get our marriage license. I thought this required a blood test, just to prove that the union wouldn't result in heinous abominations offensive to nature. It looks like that's no longer the case here in Texas. The powerful sister-marryin' lobby got their act together and got family marriage legalized. Uhhh, congrats?
Once we get the license, I think we can just get married the next time we're around an officiant. That'd be kinda funny, I think, if we planned out this whole elaborate wedding, only to get secretly married by a notary public in the Chicken Express parking lot. I imagine that's only kinda funny to me, though, and decidedly less humorous to the people spending money on this wedding. That's why I'm not going to put this plan into action, even if I do find myself with Laura, a notary, and the marriage license in a Chicken Express parking lot.
I don't know if anyone reading this has seen the Fearless Freaks, that documentary about the band the Flaming Lips. One major chunk of the movie is how Wayne Coyne, the lead singer of the band, has been making this movie called Christmas On Mars in his backyard for several years. That's my kind of rock star; skip out on the cocaine and women in order to make a surreal sci-fi movie about Santa Claus.
Anyway, this weekend is pretty exciting because, on Saturday, Zyvarb and I are actually going to the premiere of Christmas on Mars. Not only that, but Wayne Coyne will be there! It's not out of the question to assume I'll be a member of the band come Sunday morning. Yes, I will remember the little people should this occur.
Yes, I am excited. At the same time, I expect this movie to be pretty bad. Come on, folks, did you even read the plot description?
Posted by Cody at October 9, 2008 8:36 PM