"Then let us keep going, going, going back to San Marcos."
Rebecca Southerland shuddered because she recognized his former voice, illuminated by the Holy Spirit, and she looked at Austin Dykes, their captain: he was their destiny. But he did not see her because he was stupefied by Michael Rice's tremendous powers of inspiration.
"Do you mean what you say?" he asked.
"From the moment I was born," said Michael, "I have never said anything to either of you I did not mean."
Austin looked at Rebecca and saw on her eyelashes the last glimmers of wintry frost, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the belated suspiscion that it is life, more than death, that has no limits.
"And how much longer do you think we can keep up this coming and going, sailing along on this glass bottomed boat?" he asked.
Michael had kept his answer ready for six months, two days, and two nights.
"Forever," he said.
11 comments:
Don't you get it? Austin is their captain.
what the heck are you talking about?
I know exactly what he's talking about. :)
I cannot explain why...but this post -- I enjoy it.
explain why.. exactly. wth are you talking about?
i think i know what he is talking about....michael how did you enjoy the dunking booth idea and the clowns?? i loved the idea
A-Town,
I'm on the phone with Rebecca as I write. Even though she is pretty much asleep, she can manage to say between yawns, "We are absolutely having clowns and a dunking booth at our wedding."
Yeah, I know--I'm pretty lucky.
Rice Town
wtf is this blog about? I vote you stick with glamorama... you can't go wrong.
Writing in secret code now? Let us in on it! You could lose readers this way, ya know.
absolutely... we are absolutely having at least a dunking booth. can someone else tell Michael that absolutely, bag pipes are not aloud??
haha im just kidding..... austin, you are definately going to be our captain...
p.s. austin, you didn't tell us the meadows was an extra $200!!!!there must be something to negotiate.
Austin, You have to cut us a deal. I mean, we'll let you bbq! What do we gotta do?
Nik, I love it--really, wtf?? I don't even know anymore. Be on the look out for Glamorama. I have to be careful what I write these days though--it's a long story but I'll tell you later.
And there is no secret code. Actually, all of this whole blog is pretty much a series of inside jokes. It's a big code. Way before the DaVinci Code there was this. OMG that was lame.
Rice Town
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