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[Dec. 25th, 2009|12:20 am] |
I swear, I wasn't trying to get drunk before the ceremony.
Which reminds me- to those that might have forgotten, who care to see such things: Westminster Abbey, eleven o'clock mass today, the Angel and I are to be married. Reception to follow at six in Eden, open bar and free play for anyone looking for something to do with their Friday.
Come one and all, although any hecklers will be shot. Or worse.
[ooc: Of course Crowley can't actually shoot hecklers, today, thanks to Lucy's mandate against asshole-ism. But he doesn't know that. Also, as there are sure to be festivities a plenty and no one will be around to log, we're going to handwave the ceremony proper, and likely the reception. It was grandiose, and obnoxious, and Crowley actually smiled for once (and didn't even look like a snake). And Jesus presided over the thing- which will likely make the news in at least a few countries, since hey, gay marriage is evil, right? He wasn't really thinking in terms of political statements at the time, so. He'll deal with that later. For now- Happy Festivus!] |
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[Dec. 25th, 2009|06:55 pm] |
This year is much better than last... and Aidan is one. |
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