I’m currently on the train to Long Island. “Whaaaat?" You say, in a somewhat effeminate, high-pitched voice of disbelief, “they have iiiiiiinternet on the traaaaaaains now?” No, they don’t, duh! I’m typing off line. I’ll probably post it when I get to my parents house (I grew up on Long Island). Right here, I’m going to resist the typical blog urge to talk about my peeves about how people say, “I’m IN Manhattan,” instead of “I’m ON Manhattan.” Dude, Manhattan is an island, you’re ON and island, you’re IN a town. But see, I’m going to resist that. I have more important things to do: more on the Jacksons.
Well, boys and girls, where did I leave off? I think the wedding ceremony had, for all intents and purposes, ended. Ooh, just one quick detail, before we move on. I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but I think it was after Sarah, and Eric had exchanged vows, and it was definitely before the Rabbi mentioned anything about anyone kissing anyone else. But Sarah leans over and just plants one right on Eric. It was sweet, and cute, and spontaneous, and endearing, and everyone just laughed. That kind of “we’re doing things cuz it feels right, and it doesn’t necessarily have to be by anyone’s book,” was totally the general feeling of the wedding. So okay, ceremony’s over.
I said hello to my gargantuan cousin Daniel, who’s roughly 6’ 4” (I’m 5’10”—just above average height, mind you). I said something like “Hey there big guy,” my aunt Sheri laughed. We give each other a nice warm hug, and then it’s time to go say hi to the relatives. So out in the main room, I aimless walk around for a moment, and realize that there’s no one I can talk to that wouldn’t be ‘loaded’ so I go for it. Jonathon and Sherri are talking to my long lost cousin Liz. Liz I haven’t seen in flesh and blood since we were children. She’s also taller then me (why didn’t I get some of those tall Jackson genes?). I say, “Hello again,” which makes Jonathon remember when Jack Par (spelling?) resumed hosting the Tonight show, and starts his monologue with “as I was saying.”
And then I think rather quickly after that, I say hello to David. He’s awkward, unsure, and keeps saying over and over again, “yeah, great, great, yeah, great.” I said hi, and I think I shook his hand. I said, “My mother sends her love,” which was true, and I could see him acknowledge it with his face, but other then more “great, yeah,” no other reaction.
Okay, got to get this up. More to come.