Brides of…June?
Any other year, I’d be telling you all to dust off your wedding gowns because the Brides of March would be coming up. But not this year. This year we’ll be roaming the streets in our frothy finest in June. In the words of our organizer bride Ivan,
Why June? Well, because it’s the ONLY DAY OF THE CENTURY we can marry the BIGGEST DICK IN THE UNIVERSE. No, I’m not talking about Dick Cheney - but your Lord and Master, SATAN.
That’s right, it’s Satan’s special day: 6/6/6. (Scholars may argue that the numbers were mistranslated, but WE know that our heavy metal albums wouldn’t lie to us, DON’T we girls?)
In honor of our dark lord, we’re holding the First Centennial Satanic Wedding, Lawn Croquet and Beast Roast at Volunteer Park!
It’s a Tuesday night, so we’ll gather at the park after work, play a few leisurely rounds of croquet, roast some variety of beast (beast to be determined)… then at dusk, in a tender ceremony that is sure to be
rememebered into the next century, MARRY THE FALLEN ONE. All imps, beasts, demons, pixies, what-have-you welcome.
I’m a little bit sad that the event is being postponed, because I do so love getting dressed up and causing trouble. Last year (above) we married the climbing wall at REI in a very touching ceremony performed by a man who at least looked like a priest. So keep your dresses in the closet until June, and we’ll see you then.
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For extra evil credit, someone can marry me, since that day is my birthday.