June 19, 1999

Today was the wedding of Steven Jensen and Maggie Beckett.

It took place outdoors, by the shore of Lake Tahoe. I was there, wearing my jacket and shirt and bow tie and trousers.

There were folding chairs set on the grass.

I saw Dr. Jensen there, wearing a tuxedo.

And then Maggie Beckett was walked in, accompanied by bridesmaids. She wore a white wedding dress.

A man with gray hair took her to the waiting bridegroom.

The bride and bridegroom kissed.

"I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Steven Jensen," said the minister.

I looked as they walked down the aisle, and we all said congratulations to the couple.

Pictures were taken both with traditional cameras and those new digital cameras.

And then they boarded a white limousine.

I rested in my hotel room in Harvey's before walking to Caesars Tahoe, where the reception was.

There was an open bar in front of the4 reception hall serving the usual hors d'oeurves.

I got to meet Thomas Beckett, father of the bride.

"It was only three months ago that I was released from Leavenworth," he said. "Maggie and I talked, and now I'm here."

"It must be an honor," I said.

"I'll put my time in Leavenworth behind me."

Anyway, I soon had my seat at a circular table alongside Drs. Clark and Jariabek. The bride and groom sat at a rectangular room in the back. Salad and bread was served, and then was the main course. For me, it was this beef in gravy, along with sauteed mushrooms and vegetables.

And then it was time for the newlywed couple's first dance. Rembrandt Brown went to the stage and sang.

The style of his song was clearly a love ballad, and yet different from any type of music ever on this world. It was clearly a style native to that world where he had spent three and a half years. I saw Steven Jensen and Maggie Beckett dance.

it was a pleasant time. I even chatted with Rembrandt, and I told stories about his other self who was one of my sliding companions for twenty months.

"At least he made it home too," he said.

I could not mention that Marc told me my birth world was conquered by interdimensional invaders.

We partied late into the night, and I walked back along Highway 50 to Harvey's.

Tomorrow, I will have a nice brunch, and then go back home.