was on a boat.
two women
were getting married.
the captain,
Frank was going to perform
the ceremony.
i was one of three men
on board.
the captain, the photographer,
and me.
the rest were women.
lawyers, doctors, waitresses.
some tattooed, some
wearing girly clothes,
others in leather with
rhinestones.
about fifty women
in various stages of anger
and inebriation. us men,
we stuck close together.
life vests on.
holding our plastic cutlery
close, just in case
we were attacked.
but nobody died and the wedding
went on.
food was served.
drinks were poured,
toasts were made and then
the cake.
there was dancing too as
the boat cruised up and down
the river.
of course they're divorced
now, but so it goes.
i'm still waiting on a call
about that chicken wing recipe.
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