![]() STORYTELLER: Oh, for God’s sake, what’s the big deal in telling the children a nice little story?īRIDE: No one’s life turns out like that. And anyway, I highly doubt they’d let the horses in the terminal. STORYTELLER: The one where you caught your flight toīRIDE: This whole fairy tale is completely out of hand. STORYTELLER: Now, before I was interrupted for the umpteenth time, boys and girls, I was saying that after the reception, the 24-year-old bride was whisked away in a horse-drawn carriage by her 27-year-old Prince Charming. STORYTELLER: Isn’t that a little young to be getting married?īRIDE: How come 24’s okay for me but not for him? The average American woman gets married at 24. This is a fairy tale, I’m going for prototypes. STORYTELLER: Now just wait a minute here, Buster Brown, whose story is this? STORYTELLER: The bride, at the tender age of 24 STORYTELLER: Immediately following the splendid receptionīRIDE: I mean, is there something you haven’t been honest with me about? With yourself about? ![]() GROOM: (to BRIDE) What do you mean is there something I want to tell you? STORYTELLER: -at which all had a delightful time. STORYTELLER: SO, they had their flawless reception for 300 guests at a turn-of-the-century inn in STORYTELLER: Actually, there is something I want to tell these youngsters so they can get to bed at a decent hour. GROOM: You need to base your arrangement on a more substantial bloom, like a lily or an orchid.īRIDE: Brad, is there something you want to tell me? GROOM: And why is he assuming the bride always has the taste? Does it never occur to anyone that the groom might want to participate? I worked my way through law school as a floral designer, that’s how I know freesia is all wrong for a centerpiece, except maybe as an accent flower. STORYTELLER: -from the linen napkins to the centerpieces of purple freesia and Italian ruscus.īRIDE: (to GROOM) I think he was invited to someone else’s wedding. GROOM: (to BRIDE) Ha! That really sounds like you. STORYTELLER: The bride put Martha Stewart to shame as she had the evening designed to the last detail ![]() STORYTELLER: -followed by an elegant reception at an old inn inīRIDE: (under her breath) Back room at the Star Dust Lounge. GROOM: (under his breath) Drive-thru chapel in Vegas. They were to be married in a beautiful church (to the children) AS I WAS SAYING, the preparations. STORYTELLER: Look, will you play along? The children will have ample opportunity to be disillusioned later, let’s just have a nice bedtime story, okay? Okay. Don’t let anything silly like our issues get in your way. STORYTELLER: Excuse me, ma’am, sir, firmie those bouches so I can return to the story thank you. GROOM: I’m not, I was fine with the fact you’d slept with black men.īRIDE: You’re assuming that “racism” automatically refers to African-Americans. (to children) The bride soon set in on the wedding preparations.īRIDE: (to GROOM) I never realized you were a racist. Let’s don’t argue in front of the impressionable youngsters. STORYTELLER: (to BRIDE and GROOM) Sssssh. GROOM: You certainly didn’t waste any time running into the arms of the first guy who had an accent. Then you’d want me back the minute I had a new boyfriend. As I recall, you kept breaking it off.īRIDE: Yeah. With the blessings of their compatible families, the young man and woman were to be Bride and Groom.īRIDE: (to GROOM) Wait a minute. For our purposes, let’s say you met in high school, shall we? (back to the kids) So. GROOM: And we dated on and off for five years while she experimented with foreigners. ![]() STORYTELLER: Yes you did, it says so right here. ![]() (to BRIDE) Yes, what is it?īRIDE: We didn’t exactly meet in high school. (The STORYTELLER looks back at them, confused. (The BRIDE and GROOM whisper to each other.)īefore long, the young man dropped to his knee, pulled a diamond from his pocket, and won the young woman’s hand in marriage. They met in high school and fell in love on a merry day in May. Once upon a time there was a young woman, pretty as a day in June.Ī young man stood by her side, smart as a whip and handsome as a polo horse. Lights up on BRIDE and GROOM in traditional garb standing on top of a wedding cake.) (The STORYTELLER opens the volume back up. if the audience yells out suggestions) How about a fairy tale for our times? A field of dreams fenced in by white picket, a story of the young man and woman we all hope to be someday? Too bad, that’s what you’re getting. What type of story shall we hear? (ad lib. What? You want to hear another one? But it’s a school night. Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite. STORYTELLER: (closing the volume) The End. ![]()
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