Links from A to B

It's wedding time, Bloggership! We're off tomorrow to see two very good friends get hitched under the Italian sun. (Fingers crossed on that whole sun thing, as the forecast is not looking good. However, if there's one thing we learned on June 12, it's that rain and weddings can and do mix in delightful ways.)

We only wish we had conquered the problem of inventing a teleporter, as two other very good friends are also getting married the very same day in Canada! What are the chances? We really wish we could be on both sides of the pond at once, but in lieu of monkeying about with the space-time continuum, we have deputized Ragin' Ray to be our party presence in Delta, Ontario. The bride and groom have hired him on to capture the day, and we already can't wait to see the pictures...provided they aren't all of Inder, RR's #1 party sidekick.

And, as long as we're talking about messing with the universe, can't we also be in London at the same time? Joe, the next big thing to happen to the literary world (after Swiss Miss, of course), is crashing at our temporary pad tomorrow night! I really, really miss this guy, and while I'm happy we can solve his accidental homelessness problem, I wish we could connect in person.

London seems like a good place for connecting, particularly when given the most unlikely of circumstances. Take the case of Paul Bates*, a man who wanted to send a Christmas card to a long-lost friend. He remebered that said friend, Peter O'Leary, lived, well, "somewhere around here," and so that's what he told the Royal Mail. Behold the envelope: Miraculously, the card arrived nine days later.

Anything is possible.

*brought to our attention by alert blog-reader and super London friend Jonathan.