Ok, thanks for all the input, everyone! Y'all pretty much said what I was leaning toward, anyway, which is: of course I'm going to do the reading, K is one of my best friends on earth. Even if we are not super-close anymore, we have a lot of History together, and now is not the time for me to get my panties in a bunch. (And to clarify, for those who asked - I'm not a bridesmaid, I'd just be doing a reading. K is only having one bridesmaid, and it is not me, and I am fine with that.) I can ignore Satana (my nickname for S - it rhymes with her real name, and is so revealing of her personality, I think) for as long as it takes. I've got mad acting skillz - I can fake-smile to beat anyone.
So K e-mailed me what I'd be reading - here it is:
[box]Song of Songs 2:8-10.14.16; 8:6-7
Hark! my lover-here he comes
springing across the mountains,
leaping across the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Here he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
peering through the lattices.
My lover speaks; he says to me,
"Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come!
"O my dove in the clefts of the rock,
in the secret recesses of the cliff,
Let me see you,
let me hear your voice,
For your voice is sweet,
and you are lovely."
My lover belongs to me and I to him;
He says to me:
"Set me as a seal on your heart,
as a seal on your arm;
For stern as death is love,
relentless as the nether world is devotion;
its flames are a blazing fire.
Deep waters cannot quench love,
nor floods sweep it away.
The word of the Lord. [/box]
I will admit frankly that this sort of makes me want to gag (but hey, if it makes K happy...). As
(e:carolinian) can attest, I am about the least romantic person on the face of the planet - traditional ideas of "romance" generally make me want to retch. I've got enough acting training that I'll be able to get this out with a straight face, but I will be inwardly rolling my eyes while comparing my lover to an African herd animal. In practical terms, I can tell you already the part I will trip over - it's the "nor floods sweep it away" bit. I'm gonna go all Elmer Fudd and say "fwoods sleep," I just know it.
Heheh... I'm not entirely sure why, but that kind of ice always makes me think of tater tots.
Tater ice?
Anyway, it does make the most satisfying crunching sound when you jab it with your straw.
Strawberry limeaids are AHMAZING!! And yes, it really is, in my humble opinion, all about the ice!
oh man.... she is whining in the corner about the round little ice or something...