DISCLAIMER: The following story involves an activity that some folks might consider traditional or commonplace. It isn’t my intention to belittle the activity, merely to describe my unexpected involvement in it.
In my memory a lot of my wedding reception is shrouded in a fog of non-specific happiness. I was so thankful for my new wife that, to use the well tested expression, I spent the time floating on a cloud. My figurative feet didn’t touch the figurative ground for literal hours. Ironically, one of the few parts that I remember clearly was when my actual feet didn’t touch the actual ground: I spent some time floating on ninjas. Continue reading