B & Z Heart E

Wedding planning has its ups and its downs. It wasn't but two days ago that I concluded elopement was our best option, considering our pea-sized budget and proclivity for introversion. All we'd really need is a witness and since we'd already nominated Georgie it seemed all our bases were covered. Except for a wedding singer. That's one thing we really want. And we had one fellow in mind. Eef.

If you haven't heard of Eef Barzelay then you should really be ashamed of yourself. He's a life changer. Look him up right now you fool.



Although the odds were slim that he would actually be up for such a gig, I decided to email him.

"Dear Snideco/ Eef/ Clem,

This might be a long shot, but what the heck. It doesn't hurt to ask. I'm getting married, to my fiance on February 27th around the LA parts. We love you, you were our first date (at Spaceland). If, by any small chance, you might find yourself in our area at that time we would love to have you there. Drinks on us. Maybe play a little tune? Seriously, we'd probably name our first child after you. Might do it anyway. No pressure. Rock on.
-Beth"

AND THEN.......................... he emailed me back?!

"Dear Beth,

Mazel Tov to you and your fiance. I'm heartened by your invitation but I don't anticipate I'll be in LA in Feb. I'm sure you'll have a great time though and the love will be aflowin' as the clem snide plays softly in the back round.

best,
eef


p.s I don't recommend naming your kid after me but you may want to consider the name Topher, it's short for Christopher don't yah know!"




The next morning when I returned to my computer I was shocked and astounded to find that Georgie had begun composing a reply email to Eef, but had yet to send it.

It reads:

"bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqttsaaalkawa"

Was it gibberish or perhaps a cry for BBQ? Guess we'll never know.