Some of you may have read my previous call for a date to my sister's wedding. I am, finding myself somewhere in the vicinity of the 11th Hour, now willing to make a few concessions:
1- You do not have to be gay, although the non-commitment clause is still in effect
2- You do not, although it is a great plus to look like him, HAVE TO be Cary Grant. Any tall, dark, hansome gentleman will do (touch of grey hair a plus)
3- You do not, at this point, even have to be male, as long as you don't (a) expect a goodnight kiss and (b) are terribly charming and witty and won't wear the same dress as me
4- You do, however, have to have an understanding of overly emotional daughters who plan on weeping to excess at the marriage of one of their own, sans Mother... i.e., should have extra hankies in your pocket and a proverbial (if not literal) shoulder to cry on accessible during all festivities. Joining in is also allowed.
I know, small, simple requirements. How is it that no one has shown up? I can even provide the Great White Steed, if need be; suit of armour remains optional.
No comments:
Post a Comment