Edge of the continent

Earth and sky agreed today to skim the clouds for some sun, so Joe and Shannon's celebration of weddinghood could take place on the Jersey Shore. My date was beautiful and the beach was full of Lanmarkians, i.e. advertising/fishing/surfing experts. A wonderful day of smiles and positive karma all around. Joe and Shannon were introduced as the Smashing Pumpkins played "Today", and everyone loved every second of it. My date and I bolted early because our time together is hard to find and when we find it, it is precious. I am in love and I am vulnerable now to heart-splitting heart break and surrender to her want. But I still have a few tricks up my sleeve and her ringer fucked up big time by running my plates. He thrust her into my arms that much more, and is one fuck up away from losing his pension. Go ahead, dork, fuck with a family that includes a federal prosecuter. The dumb ass is not the type who would think twice before putting a name on a list. Who will be there for him if I inquire about being singled out in the security line? Guess who's job it is to trace listers to listees? Anyway, I was saying that today was a crisp, clean summer day in New Jersey. Wish y'all were here. Half-a-day in heaven at a beach wedding and half-a-day in bed, sweating.