Why We Can't Have Nice Th[Wedd]ings
Aug. 17th, 2009 07:24 pmThis weekend,
ojouchan and I drove up the I-5 to attend my cousin's wedding at the High Hand Nursery in Loomis, California. During the ceremony, the officiant read statements by the bride and groom, answering questions like "How did you meet for the first time?" and "What was your first kiss like?" While cute, I knew this wasn't for Ojou and my wedding when they got to the question "Where do you see the two of you in 50 years?" and in my head I answered:
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Stepping out of my flying car with my new cyborg body, I extend my fifth waldo to my robomate . . .