Who? Don’t you worry about that. I know who they are.
Catholics sure know how to build a pretty house for their God, as well as throw a solid sacred ceremony. I’m always amazed by how no one ever knows the moves. When to stand, kneel, sit, do the hokie pokie and turn themselves around.
My friend Lisa’s father had the rare and wonderful honor of marrying them. Later, after the church, it was on to what would turn out to be the most fun I’ve had at a wedding in a long time. Yeah that’s right. Me. White, rhythmless and (even) sober. Imagine that.
