i know people have wondered about the commitment keaton and i have to each other.
i have seen it in their eyes.
where's the "till death do us part" part, their dismissive glances ask?
well, for those wondering, we've taken that next step in the grand steps of commitment.
this past weekend!
and oh baby, what an emotional rollercoaster it has been for me.
after a blissful seven years, we finally took the leap!
the leap of marrying our cd collections that is.
a small weekend affair, just as the musicians would have wanted it.
yes, my precious dave matthews collection is wedged between the likes of barry manalow and sarah mcclaughlin.
(nothin for nothin, but if that isn't commitment, i'm not sure i know what is, especially the manalow part.
in fact i'm tempted to buy a matchbox 182 cd (or whatever) just to squeeze in between.)
meanwhile, neil young still holds up the rear but is actually touching someone named suzanne vega.
and the unlikely pairings go on and on like an english rock ending.
now, as you might have guessed, the ceremony did not play without a few pauses and rewinds.
i even slept on the floor next to the newly nuptialed the first night, partly for them, mostly for me.
i still drop by unannounced just to see how the honeymoon is progressing, only to slip away quietly to jerk silent tears of painful joy—the waterfall of two musical tastes now shared as one forever.
a moment please.
oh my, this is tough!
but then so is commitment.
so dave and neil will just have to get over it, much like myself—soon.