Another World, Some Other Time

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Love Walks In
– Van Halen

Contact is all it takes
To change your life to lose your place in time
Contact! Asleep or awake
Coming around you may wake up to find
Questions deep within your eyes,
Things you’ve never realized

So when you sense a change
Nothing feels the same
All your dreams are strange, love comes walkin’ in
Some kind of alien
Wait for the opening
Then simply pulls a string
Another world, some other time
You lay your sanity on the line
Familiar faces familiar sights
Reach back remember with all your might
Ohh there she stands in a silken gown
Silver lights shining down

Love comes walkin’ in

Sleep and dream is all I crave
I travel far across the Milky Way
To my master I become a slave
Til we meet again some other day
Where silence speaks as loud as war
And the earth returns to what it was before

Love comes walkin’ in

Music says things our hearts can only feel.

Third Time’s The Charm

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I met Marnie and Bret not long after they got together in 2011. Marnie is bright and outspoken; Bret is a country boy who speaks only when he has something important to say. Or to “grrr” or “mhm”. I have always loved them as a couple – the perfect counterpoint to one another.

But, as many relationships go, they broke up. And got back together again. And broke up. And got back together again.

This time, however, they’ve sealed their commitment. In fact, when Bret asked Marnie to marry him, he wanted to do it in a week. Maybe he’s just impatient, or maybe he finally realised he’d found the woman he was destined to spend his life with and wanted to make sure they created their happiness right away.

With a country-themed wedding, blended with elegance and style, it suited them perfectly. I’m not going to say anything else – I’m just going to let the pictures speak for themselves. You can click the photos to see larger images.

He loves her more than Dr Pepper and pizza and she loves him more than shoe shopping and vanilla cake. What better foundation on which to build a life together?

Marrying Off My Wifey

Odd title for a post? Well, it’s an odd relationship between Cyn and me. We met in Second Life at a club we both used to frequent (and where I worked for year). We were casual acquaintances, only talking in local chat until one night, I bumped into her in a shop where we were stalking Lucky Chairs. (For those unfamiliar with a Lucky Chair, it is a chair that generates random letters for a period of time. If the initial of your first name comes up and you sit on the chair, you win the prize displayed). At some point, a noobie (a new resident of Second Life) came in and said, “I’m new.” Cyn said, “I’m not,” and we both laughed. The noobie then asked where he could open a box. Cyn replied (truthfully), “At a sandbox.” The noobie, obviously not believing her, unwisely commenced to calling her names that would make a trucker blush. Before I could even type, “Uh oh,” Cyn, who just happened to have a giant frying pan in her hand, walloped him, sending him flying across the store (NB: this does not cause permanent damage to the person being…umm…fried). Through fits of laughter, we bonded as he came back time after time and she took random potshots at him whenever he got within range. To make matters better or worse (depending on your perspective, and ours was of near-drunken laughter), I invited a friend to come grab a prize when her letter came up. Unfortunately, she landed between Cyn and the noobie as he made an appearance, and she ended up in the line of fire, eventually coming to rest in a neighbouring store. By this time, I, at least was at the snorting stage and my sides ached for days.

That’s just a bit of background, and the story goes on. How I came to be Cyn’s wifey (and she mine) occurred another night in the club. At the time, I wore a titler – floating text over my head that allows other residents to change what is written there at random times. I was away from my keyboard (AFK) when that opportunity arose. Cyn grabbed it to title me “Cyn’s Wifey”. And each time it came up throughout the night, she quickly changed it to a variation of the theme.

That was almost two years ago, and although our paths have diverged and we don’t see each other as often, Cyn will always be my wifey.

This weekend, she got married in Second Life. I actually met Tristan, her husband, the first night they danced. She asked me if I would take photographs of the wedding, and I happily agreed. My gift to my wifey, Cyn, and the man who has made her life a joy.

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And finallly, my signature wedding photo:

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May you always be as happy as you were on this day, my wifey.

Now, get Tristan to go make us a sammich 😉