I'd almost tossed the latest copy of my little liberal arts college's glossy update (after my usual glance at the news on folks from the mid-'80's), but then I noticed that our old writing guy had done a piece on Ginsberg's visit to the campus, and I set it aside to read.
That piece was okay, but what I really loved was among the displays of baby and wedding pictures. Those displays in my college's publication are ordinarily especially annoying because of what a homogeny of shiny happy "beautiful" well-to-do white people usually appear in them:
(I've blocked their eyes with circles instead of black box-y lines cuz the latter actually made 'em look a bit cool, in a DEVO kinda way.)
So I was paging contemptuously along among pix like that, and then, lo!, I experienced one of those rare cases of love at first sight when my eyes landed on
Aren't they marvelous? Those are some wedding people I could totally party with. They look like more fun than just about anybody on the freakin' planet, let alone at my old school. I keep thinking about writing to them through the alumni office to profess my effusive ebullient exuberence of el-oh-vee-ee love. I love every single person in the picture! I swear to Whoever, I do; I do.
There was also this same-sex couple to celebrate seeing in the rag (first time I remember seeing one there):
-- even though one of them's an evil Yankee fan, and thus usually not to be celebrated on any level but the Schadenfreude-ich.