"My wedding bouquet is made from wild African weeds, not flowers. The stagnant green pool is hidden with brightly colored balloons. White building sand covers the cow and horse shit in the paddock where Charlie and I exchange vows. The trees (bare-limbed in midwinter) are festooned with crepe-paper-covered hula hoops.
Dad puts all the hula hoops over his body, one on top of the other. He says, "You miserable buggers want light. I bring you the Timothy Donald Fuller Electricity Supply Commission." He lights a match and sets himself on fire.
Mum, singing and arms raised in triumph, shouts, "Olé!"
Dad is extinguished with a bottle of champagne by an alert, alarmed American guest.
I couldn't be more thoroughly married."
Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight by Alexandra Fuller
Posted by naomi at Diciembre 12, 2003 04:52 PM