last night was the wedding of my neighbor from the miami dorms to one spyder rosenthal. he's an awesome guy and their story is a magical ball of romantic goodness that would make Richard Dawkins believe in destiny, but throughout the whole ceremony i couldn't help but wonder what the hell his parents were thinking. i can't begin to imagine what the playground taunts were like and there's no way to say, "i kara, take you spyder forever and ever" without losing it. it's a good thing they're the type of couple that loves to laugh so it wasn't a big deal. they actually helped the groomsmen trick a guy into believing it was a beach boy/ hawaiian shirt themed wedding. the poor guy showed up to a pretty posh wedding at the adamson house loggia in malibu decked out in chucks and a lei.
despite the dj opening with billie jean (really- where do you go from there?), it was a gorgeous ceremony with the irish blessing and poems from rumi intermingled with their story from kindergarten and i'm not gonna lie- i cried a little. i know it's sappy but i cry at weddings. this is why i like outdoor weddings where i can hide my romanticism behind huge sunglasses.
romantic inspiration aside, this wedding was the complete opposite of wedding #1 of the season, the new orleans with oysters overflowing from their shells and a tiny recreation of the south rampart street parade. the reception was killer- put nicaraguans and columbians in the same room in new orleans and the bacanal is unstoppable- but the ceremony had me a little freaked out.it was held at saint louis cathedral and since i'm not catholic, i had never been inside. cathedrals tear me up: the artistry (esp. when there's a choir) makes me want to kneel down in awe, but you think about all the dogma and guilt that built it- the families that were suckered into going without so the pope could reign supreme- and it kinda grosses me out.
i'm sitting in my pew, peering around this dominating structure when i notice crusader flags lining the congregational seating. i follow the flags to the mural above the alter and notice that it's a dude surrounded by guys with swords. sure enough, the caption in french says, 'st. louis announcing the 7th crusade.' in the paintings, in the stained glass- even held by statues- there are swords everywhere, proudly declaring the christian attack against islam and seeding the friction that caused the attack on the world trade center.
holy shit.
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For what it's worth, the Muslims destroyed the Christians in that battle. I know it's true because I read it on my Fact Machine, which said the Seventh Crusade was a "decisive Muslim victory."
Also, swords are awesome, and I'm on page 920 of ShÅgun. Oh yes. I loves me some swords. Lazer loves swords too. He dreams about them. I can tell by the way he twitches.
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