[video] You're cordially invited...

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Newt holds up an image. It's...well, it's a wedding invitation of sorts, but it looks like it's trying to be a rock poster or a zine.

He leans in close to the camera and in a conspiratorial, hushed voice, with a glance behind him to see if the man he's referring to is anywhere nearby]


Hey.

So. Hermann won't let me use this to advertise our wedding, but I'm letting you all know you're invited. Sorry for the totally short notice, but this world being what it is, we didn't want to jinx ourselves by planning too far in advance.

March 27th. Anchorage, Alaska. 4:30 pm -- Anchorage time. We're making plans to have transportation via teleportation provided and reception will follow.

Uh, if you can, RSVP or something, just so we know how many of you to expect. Not that I'd mind performing to a packed house, but you know. A headcount is always good.

Comments

[mathemagier]

Your husband. You'll have to take the matter up with him.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Oh, really? You can bet we'll have words. What an asshole, letting nerds like you in.

[mathemagier]

The nerve of him.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I'm gonna divorce him.

I mean, I'd totally do it just to marry him again.

[mathemagier]

That shouldn't be entirely necessary really. In effect, this is already your second wedding.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Third time'so the charm.