funny wedding books novel amazon.com Wedding Chronicles Bob N. Boguslavski
Bob's sorry ass has been to way too many weddings all over the place, spending a ton of dough in the process. At the end of the book, he just wants to try and put some sense to it, together with all the other stuff in life and what's generally going on out there in the big bad world.

Kidding aside, deep down, my relationships have been like all my other life
experiences: they immerse themselves into the mix like new ingredients in
an ever-evolving simmering stew. They are combined with my ongoing exposure
to the world
's ways, my deciphering of what the news media says supposedly
happens out there, friendly advice (sometimes delivered with mixed messages),
and crossed signals, all exerting their collective influence on me.
I am
infiltrated by all, inculcated by none.

So, whaddup with all that?

N.B. That subtle single word above makes all the difference.

At first, when younger and more naive, cuz that's all you are taught and know, you're led to believe that the news is accurate and true, hopefully most of the time, right? I mean, you gotta sorta trust in the system.

Then, slowly, certain telltale things and events transpire in the world on your watch that make you start to question it all. You do some investigating on your own. Dig a bit, and find some good stuff. Dig some more, and a whole mess of things comes to light from a trickle to a torrent to a tsunami. Bob likens this to finally figuring out the real deal on Santa Claus when you were a kid, but on a much larger scale on steroids.

Here are some short clips that may well pique your curiousity on this whole element of the news. It all starts with being open to the possibility that things aren't as they appear, and how you're told things operate. This is certainly NOT the case with many things in this world, and it starts with the mainstream media, which may as well be re-badged as the Ministry of (Dis/Mis)Information.




It's just like that very old, wise, and really deep saying in the restaurant business (that Bob just made up right now actually).

That's not chicken in your chicken chow mein.
What?! You mean it's turkey? The bastards!


And then when/if you do start to suss things out, you'll need to decide whether to take the red pill, or the blue pill.


Then when things really start to change in the world, you'll be in a position to at least not be surprised by it all or already know what's happening, if not necessarily being able to do much about it. Or consider taking neither pill, because no news is also possibly a solution.

All in all, for a break, Bob would rather be at a wedding somewhere exotic having fun as some single cat, and not worrying (too much) about what's (really) going on in the world. I mean, despite what the mainstream news media says (or not), depending how and where you get your information and process it, you still gotta live and enjoy life, right? At least until other bigger, long-planned, behind-the-scenes events manifest, stuff spins out of control, and everything goes to hell in a handbasket thereafter.


In the mean time, just kick back and read this book to take you far far away from the madness and have a few chuckles. Either that, or watch the mainstream news for comedy relief alone, in conjunction with all that finely crafted "reality" television like Keeping Up With The Kajagoogians that is helping us all get smarter about everything.




A fun and engaging summer read ...

... to which most confirmed bachelors can probably relate. (Although I've long since given up my own bachelorhood, I found myself smiling and nodding in recognition at many of its wry observations.) Each chapter is self-contained so it's the kind of book you can put down for a while then pick up again days or weeks later without having to go back and re-read previous chapters to get caught up again.

Rating: 4 / 5 *

Original Posting: Trevor | June 15, 2015 | Source Link: Amazon.CA
Subject: Barcelona #62 - Of cava, crowns, and craniums
(Posted on May 24, 2015 at 01:14PM ) Tags:
At an early May 2002 wedding in Catalonia, cava naturally featured on the drinks list right after the ceremony as the celebratory bubbles of choice.

With so many great regional selections, Bob was more than pleased to see the couple had picked Segura Viudas Reserva Heredad, not only because it's a great one (one of his faves) but also because the bottle has such a distinctive and regal look.


As a major bonus, the bottle is also heavy and very solid. Good for a few things it seems. As taken right from the chapter.

We washed it all down with flutes of Segura Viudas Reserva Heredad. Empty,
the distinctive green cava bottle with its pewter base could be repurposed as
a candle holder.

This hefty bottle could also come in handy for homebound hullabaloo: I
imaginated some chikita banana making a definitive debate-ending point
about sumpin
' or other by crowning her man's cranium. OK, maybe twice,
since some hubbies have a really hard head.

Bob reckons the metal base and its sharp edge would do a bang-up job, and provide extra strength against breakage if a woman really wanted to do her man in. Talk about perfect product placement at work here. One reckons the Segura Viudas folks would be more than proud to know their class product doubles down as the drink and instrument of choice (more than adequate for the task) for settling domestic discontent that has reached a critical point.

Ladies, best to celebrate the occasion and drink it all down first with your guy, before the devilish deed, so as not to risk wasting any of the beautful beverage. It will help settle the nerves, and take the edge off. Nothing like a little liquid courage to help things along. And a couple glasses might make it all hurt a little less on your guy's receiving end as well.

As with many things in life though, you gotta walk before you run. "Practice makes perfect," as the old adage goes. Start small, practicing on oneself, working one's way up from beer bottles to wine bottles, just so it is all done right. A few guiding technique tips to be gleaned below, watching these folks with various degrees of expertise and knowledge making their attempts. Some get it, and some don't.




With beer mastered, you work your way up to wine.


Bob's always generally amazed as to what a little alcohol intake combined with some spare time can result in--human creativity and ingenuity at its finest. The possibilities are almost endless if we really put our heads to it.

These are indeed the kind of pleasant thoughts, simple solutions and worldly insights running through Bob's mind as he roams the world to far flung places attending weddings as some single guy. Cheers to your health (and to your head, for the fellas)!

Bob never liked his Electrical Engineering (EE) studies at all. It was not his cup of tea, he just stuck through to the bitter end and then moved on with life. As pointed out in the book at that wedding in Cancun when faced with a seriously misbehaving coffee machine, this was his take on it all.

"You studied electrical engineering, didn't you?" she said.

"Yeah, but it's not like I learned anything practical like being an electrician."

The whole EE thing had seemed mostly about ways to do all kinds of crazy-ass,
fucked-up math, most of which I'd already forgotten, nearly seven years after
graduation. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Voltage, V, is I times R.


Here's a typical example of that stuff, as pulled from a scintillating 2013 paper entitled "Electrical Conductivity and Nonmetal-Metal Transition of Dense Iron and Nickel Plasmas." Now, doesn't the equation below, as pulled from that puppy, just get your heart racing with excitement and want to go sign up for several years of this stuff?



Some more imaginative and innovative cats in the space like to take things beyond theory and put them into practice, for the benefit and education of all. Here's one example demonstrating electrostatic discharge, but EE ElectroBoom guy Medhi Sadaghdar has a whole series up here if you want to learn some more.


Here's a list of notable EEs over the years. Geez, not a lot of chikitas there, just as it was in Bob's engineering class. Also not good and yet another reason to stay away from that field of study. Rowan Atkinson took it to one level more of punishment and paper from BS (bullshit) to MS (more shit), and look what he did with his life. Change it up is what, once he got smart about that choice.


Some may even want to take stuff a step further and go all the way to Ph.D (piled higher and deeper). Bob's view on education in general can be found in his last post.


Exactly! Take that as a hint. At the end of the day, Bob reckons that most electrical engineers would much rather be like this guy--the most interesting man in the world from the well-known series of Dos Equis beer ads. EE sure ain't gonna do that for your ass. There are a ton of those commercials, and many can be seen here and here, beyond what is below.



Maybe even more interesting is the background on how that actually happened for our man Jonathan Goldsmith behind the beer ad campaign.


On the other hand, EE studies may well make you the least interesting man in the world.


On a related note, just just because you didn't study EE, don't let that stop you and your friends from exploring the joyous possibilities of electricity in different ways.


Here are a few good ideas in that department. Bob's personal favorite in this compilation is the #4 pissing on the electric fly swatter.


But danger, danger, in reality, it can get way more serious than that. Remember, there are big perils out there with electricity, especially as the voltage level climbs, as this video from India graphically points out. N.B. Nonny donny press play if you are squeamish about seeing someone get completely crisped.


You don't need to have studied electrical engineering to have that warning come home. Makes you wonder how Dos Equis man would have managed that. Really, at the end of the day, for most EEs out there toiling away in industry, the work is a far cry from anything really exciting.


As an exception, this cat has a few more thrills in the field though. You gotta like his parting commentary about his three fears in life.


Whatever you choose to do with your life, be it EE, not EE, or sumpin' else completely, make sure you do it well, as our learned and experienced pitchman advocates--that's something you can take to the bank.


Bob is so friggin' glad he traded that whole world in to become a part-time typist (PTT) and occasional wedding guest (OWG) at spots all around the world.
Subject: Epilogue - Education + intelligence blah-blah
(Posted on Oct 29, 2014 at 09:10AM ) Tags:
Toward the end of the book, after all the wedding dust has settled, Bob, Dr. LoveSexy and Jock Finn are engaged in some bi-coastal, morning BBM action on the subjects of marriage, relationships and women, when a brief, spontaneous topical detour to education and intelligence occurs.

Bogus Bob: Cry me a river! Education is not everything. It is a piece of paper, like marriage. Edumuhcation is just as important, if not more so. Everything important you learn on your own outside school in the real world anyhoo. As one friend long ago told me: B.A. = bugger all; B.S. = bull shit; M.S. = more shit; and Ph.D. = piled higher & deeper. Not to disparage education generally, but having a piece of paper doesn't mean one is more of a rocket scientist than someone who doesn't have one. There are many measures of intelligence.

Dr. LoveSexy: Linguistic, logic-math, bodily-kinesthetics, musical, spatial, interpersonal, and intrapersonal. Blah blah bleehhh. IQ is just an incomplete white man's invention for the benefit of white folks anyway. Measures only the first 2 out of 7.

Jock Finn: Of course. I know all about that 7 measures of intelligence shite. They added an eighth--naturalistic--and there is even debate on others.

Dr. LoveSexy: Regardless of how one measures it, you're both fuckwits. Put some of those Mensa mofos on the street in a real situation, and they wouldn't last so long. Enough. A man got work to do and bills to pay. Don't drain my day with this academic white drivel.

Dr. LoveSexy has left the conversation.

Jock Finn: Hmmm, I guess we should listen to Yoda. We singles are a dying breed and need to stick together, like the Jedi. OK, off to work.

The paper education versus life and self-education (aka edumuhcation) bit is pretty clear, but what were those 7 or 8 measures of intelligence all about? You can drill down here on the multiple forms (or modalities) of intelligence as theorized by Howard Gardner, and even a ninth, existential, was added too. One of his main points was that our standardized Intelligence Quotient (IQ) tests don't represent the Full Monty on completely assessing all modalities and someone's true intelligence. So, like somebody could have a high IQ and still be a full six pack short of all the remaining unmeasured modalities.


Similarly, someone with a lower IQ could have huge capabilities in the unmeasured areas. Many sources contest and point out that IQ tests also test spacial ability, but that is two-dimensional only typically, and not π dimensional. Yes, we be talking that "pi", which is very different from the other type of pie, such as rhubarb or chocolate pecan.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it. Of course there was a lot of debate and discussion on Gardner's theory. But at the end of the day, does it all even really matter? Next time someone calls you stupid or an effwit, dazzle them with that stuff and tell 'em you are "off the charts" in those non-standardized, unmeasured areas.


Sometimes, it's those little everyday things in the world where you witness spontaneous sparks of imaginative intelligence to solve a problem that may likely not be found on any test, or insight delivered from any textbook.


And, if you are being formally tested or judged, don't be boxed in by others' limited expectations and constraining lines of questioning. Change the game or playing field up. Turn those shite, ever-so-tricky, math mysteries into something else, as ably and creatively demonstrated here.


Maybe them folks at Mensa might get all pissed, cuz, like, if the playing field changed for defining intelligence as IQ is accepted today, it might overturn that whole apple cart.


Your sorry ass be figuring the world is flat, and mofos be saying it's round—yo, that stuff will mess with your head.


Not fitting flush into the Mensa fold, think it too elitist, or that it doesn't serve a porpoise [sic]? Think different and sign up for Densa instead!


It's much more inclusive and easier to get it in. Here's a piece that speaks to its origins and you can take a short test here. Then there's the classic Homer Simpson take on being smart (or "smaht" as many may say in Boston and MA environs).


If you're feeling intellectually inadequate, either way, it's possible do something about it right now and fix your life! A little superior in the intelligence department? Well, there's a pill for that, so you can downward adjust, and be just like everyone else around you.


On the flip side, want to get a little sharper? Try downing a few bottles of this Lithuanian bad boy, Vytautas. They claim it will make your wits so sharp you'll be able to slay vampires with them. Schweet! Plus, this awesome Earth juice seemingly has other huge benefits like drastically reducing your chances of being raped by a gang of pandas, if there's any truth in advertising out there still in the world.


On a sidebar note, Bob thinks that this last video kinda represents the vibe of what the overall book experience on completion can be like. Sorta like "What the hell just happened here?!"

Bob ain't just some daft dude hitting weddings all over the world for shits and giggles. He's imaginated real hard to invent some of them education type letters to put after his name, so he can socialize with those well-studied, titled-up folks and not feel inadequate. Three bestowed to date - PTT (Part-Time Typist), OWG (Occasional Wedding Guest) and HHRF (Head Honcho Rancho Fuckwit). In time, he'll work on some more.





Subject: Singapore #77 - Kicking 'round the Kaaba
(Posted on Oct 4, 2014 at 01:20PM ) Tags:
So what gives with that Kaaba reference and analogy toward the end of that chapter, when Bob and a couple of the lads were decompressing at the end of the night after they left the wedding. They were having drinks and chatting to a posse of females inside the ever-interesting Orchard Towers with its famed nightlife that was otherwise covered in this other post.

Girls, smelling money, gathered like the slow counterclockwise-circling
pilgrim swarm around the Kaaba in Mecca during Hajj.

Bob was thinking in that general sense of Islam, as Ramadan was full on during that October 2004 wedding trip to Singapore, and the locals of that faith were adhering to that month-long practice. Note that Ramadan and the Hajj do not coincide, but Hajj does coincide this year with Yom Kippur, for the first time in three decades. Bob just figured to cover it off today, since it is Eid al-Adha, after all. Call it coink-e-dink if you prefer.

The Kaaba (or Ka'aba and Ka'bah) is the cuboid building and most sacred site inside the most sacred mosque in Mecca, the Masjid al-Haram. The book's tie to the circling swarm can be seen in reality below.


The circling is called Tawaf, and is always done in counter-clockwise fashion. Okay, maybe it wasn't quite that busy in the bar--Bob was just using a little hyperbole and artistic license to make his point. Here's a 3D animation of the inside and some more background information here for those really curious about the structure.


This video explains the rites of Hajj in six minutes for some added depth. Seems like things are all mapped out for folks on the pilgrimage.


This great VICE documentary really gives one some good perspective on what the scene is really like during the Hajj. Makes the logistics behind Burning Man seem like child's play in comparison.


A pretty crowded scene, and I imagine it is tough to actually be allowed to get inside the Kaaba these days, unless you are some VIP cum special guest. In case you are wondering what the inside is like in reality, the answer lies here in this clandestine video that does us all a favor.


It makes one wonder what this guy's treatment would have been if he had been caught filming. Most fulfilling their pilgrimage will never get to see the inside of the place. It looks like a tough ticket to get, especially if one is non-Muslim, since only Muslims are allowed inside Mecca, unless one sneaks in somehow. Bob's sure that has been done before.

There was a bit of brouhaha earlier this year, as recounted here, when a local cop on duty took a decidedly more relaxed pose on the shrine, and placing the sole of his shoe against it. He looks pretty weary, and probably just needed a rest. However, it certainly wasn't interpreted that way, per this longstanding gesture in the Arab world and what it means as discussed here.


There was a temporary outcry back in 2006 when Apple unveiled its iconic Fifth Avenue store in NYC. Perhaps just another coink-e-dink in the world, as opposed to some porpoiseful [sic] ploy on the wrapping during construction. You can be the judge of that, based on these photos before and after, as compared to the shrine.




Anyway, this whole Kaaba analogy was just a throwaway late night comment by some wedding traveler in a bar with his friends for those that might pick up on the reference. So now you know what's behind it and the link to girls and money.



Subject: Hawaii #54 - When lads look for lingerie
(Posted on Sep 21, 2014 at 10:28PM ) Tags:
So you're out shopping to get your gal some fine underwear or lingerie, and what to do and how to go about it all? If you've never gone down that road before, don't despair. It's really not all that complicated or intimidating.

First, you just better know her size, up top, and down below. That's VERY important. Some referenced pieces below suggest a strategy there if you need some help. Next, we'll deal with the two basic building blocks for most situations.

There are many types of bras for up top, and here's a basic array of the styles out there to choose from.


Then for the panties down below, you also want to know the general cut and style preferred, as explained here in words, and seen below. Looking at this matrix from top to bottom, Bob hears some guys going "Meh" (first row), "Getting a little more interesting" (middle), and "Now we talkin'!" (last row).


Here's a little video advice to get started, as espoused by a few of the ladies.


Here are two better, more detailed and helpful written pieces on getting started in this whole area, here and here. There's generally a ton of information and guidance out there if you want to dig some more.

But the real golden nugget of knowledge here lies with what all of the above or anyone else AIN'T gonna tell you.

That's where Bob dishes it out to Jock Finn, late at night at a fancy Hawaiian reception, after the lads have some underwear on the brain, as it were. It will deffo win a guy a major future hall pass and/or brownie points from the lady in his life. Unless, like, uhm, he got several on the go. But hey, that angle be for another time, and another chapter in the book, with other characters and discussions. For each and every one he does buy lingerie for though, this tip still applies.

As Bobby Bo discussed with Jock Finn, one important secret sisterhood tip the ladies ain't usually sharing on lingerie purchasing is this below. As a guy, you need to know. This is deep insight destined for application in the trenches of mandom.

[BNB] "When you're buying lingerie for your honey, buy a double set of
matching lowers to go with every bra up top."

[JF] "Why?"

[BNB] "On account of they can wear the top a few times no problem, but
down below, being a bit more squishy squashy and all, they tend to change
the bottoms out more frequently. With two bottoms, the overall set lasts
longer between laundering than with just the one.
"

[JF] "You know, that is a good one. As a guy, damned if I'd ever think of that
myself."

That's a top tip if ever for the guys out there when it comes to buying this stuff, but may on occasion need to be tempered with the actual retail experience.

[BNB] "The only practical issue I've encountered on occasion is with the salesgirl
in the store sometimes you need to wrassle for that second pair of bottoms. They
tend to not like
breaking up matching sets and being stuck with a bunch of extra
tops.
One way around it--buy a thong, a full-seat jobbie, or a cheeky, along with
the bra. It seems to be far less of an issue. But then your honey has to be into those
as opposed to just the thong.
"

There's quite a bit more to their actual exchange in the chapter. Bring Bob a problem, and he brings your ass (or her's, perspective dependent) a solution. He ain't just some single guy hitting weddings around the world. There be a ton of deeper matters delved into about how our big bad world out there works in the shadows. You ain't gonna be seeing this stuff on TV, learning it in school, or even dropped in some women's advice column either.

One of your bigger decisions in this purchase process is how much "jingle jangle from Juan's bol$illo" you want to be plunking out here, cuz, like, you can drop a lotta dinero on this stuff, depending on your budget, taste, and lust factor at play in the moment, stage or state of the relationship.

And like with anything you do in life, including buying your gal some lingerie, there's a need to pay a little attention to detail, yet not lose focus of the big picture and surroundings, as this fine European ad demonstrates.


Further, when you're that dude venturing into a lingerie shop somewhere, stay sharp as well, lest you get taken advantage of by some casual chikita banana shopper or salesgirl looking to have some fun at your expense. D'oh, Homer!


Last, this compilation can also be used for even more ideas and style inspiration on the matter if one needs to dig even deeper.


Now, for the other side of the coin, what about the fellas and their underwear selection stuff? Quick like a bunny, it's way simpler, as main man rapper MF Doom throws out here on his "Space Ho's" collaboration with Danger Mouse, where they are collectively known as Danger Doom.


Note the strategic silence in the lyric line above is paying a bit of homage to Notorious B.I.G. in "Unbelievable," where he raps, "Wear boxers so my dick can breathe."

So, ladies, between MF Doom and Biggie, with a little help from Judy Jetson, all y'all got your answer on shopping for your guy down below. Maybe, sorta, kinda ... sometimes.


But you may otherwise find the book way more insightful and entertaining, especially as it comes to some guy's global observations and spin on weddings, marriage, and relationships.



You go to a few weddings, and as a guy, you wonder why many bridesmaid dresses are so bad, be it the color, the style, or to maximize the effect, knocking off both angles simultaneously. Maybe it's because the bride needs to ensure she outshines her posse, so she purposely goes out of her way to peg them down a notch or two in the fashion department. But at the end of the day, the bride can be partly judged by how well her girls are dressed as it's a reflection of her taste.

Here's an attempt at an anatomical breakdown on how to do this right with a few choice suggestions.


It could well be a true test of a bride's friendship with her gals. Maybe you match the dresses to the drapes, as noted here by yours truly at that 1987 Montreal wedding.

The interior was decorated in rich, soft colors, and the bridesmaids' dresses
were designed to match the room
's peach draperies--or was it vice versa?--per
decree by Carole
's mother, Celine. I didn't ask.

But then you take it to another level altogether beyond just a simple soft color and put some patterns to that curtain play.


Or sometimes, better yet, maybe you have the dresses made from actual drapery material.







There really are a lot of possibilities for getting that special look you covet as the bride for your tightknit troupe on the biggest day of your life. You can certainly just go BOLD with color to make an impact.





The vintage look can also have its appeal as well, amd is a little softer in its approach.




Then there's that slightly sassy, cheeky look too for shits and giggles in a quick photo opp with your BFFs, even if the rest of your collective attire is otherwise just fine.



Or maybe you need to fret and fuss for that "furry fringe" look to really take things to an absolutely friggin' fantabulous level. Some $hekel$ must have been spent to get this vibe just right.


A lot of the guys won't be complaining about any bountiful and bodacious boob look though, be it bridesmaids or the bride herself. Be extremely careful not to jump, sneeze or breathe too hard, ladies.



In all fairness though, the discriminating fashion choices need not be exclusive to the female side of the equation. The fellas can also go out on a limb with their outfit tastes as well, but it usually doesn't seem to be as extreme as with the ladies, and can be quite subtle.







Then, there are those nuptials where the fashion faux pas equally straddle both sides of the gender divide and aisle, whether it's impromptu, "come as you are" casual, a painstakingly planned theme affair, or looking back in time a few decades for inspiration.







There's no need to write much, when the pictures show it way better. This single-guy wedding attendee hasn't been blessed by any such fashion-forward events as seen here,so maybe he's really missed out on sumpin' in life.

Bob just be laying out a few fashion options for your benefit and consideration on your big day so everyone looks their best. The possibilities are endless, if you really apply some imagination and creative energy to your wardrobe selections. One need not be limited by budget constraints to make a daring style statement, yet keep it classy.



In keeping with the name game practice of hidden meanings and/or famous references sprinkled throughout the book, some of the characters in this beachside wedding chapter down Mexico way circa winter 1996 fall into ths category.

There was a porpoiseful [sic] musical theme going on with the names of Bob's former classmates that attended from Europe, whether they be Dutch, Norwegian, Cuban or Spanish by origin. They were all lumped together in a single sentence in gang-of-five fashion.

There was Anouk ter Eeuw, Dutch, here on vacation with a female friend of hers,
Norwegian Morten Furuholmen, his Cuban wife Ana Cristina, and from Barcelona,
Jaume Sisa, with his wife Mal
ú, which was short for Maria Lucia.

Here's the deal on all of the names and references therein.

1) Anouk ter Eeuw was a play on Dutch singer Anouk (Teeuwe). She's probably best remembered for 1997's "Nobody's Wife" and picked no doubt for the marital theme there, and perhaps the blonde hair in common with Birgitta Henriksen at the time.


Her surname, ter Eeuw, translates from Dutch meaning "for centuries" and sums up how long Bob felt the two-week vacation and wedding trip had seemingly dragged on for with girlfriend Birgitta at the time.

2) Morten Furuholmen and Norway are the clues for the take on A-ha from back in 1985, and their biggest hit "Take on Me". This was a combination of the names of two of its three members, Morten Harket (vocals) and Magne Furuholmen (keyboards). Hey, bad on Bob for not working in third member Pål Waaktaar (guitarist), but hey, Paul had a few variants on his name it seems, so it was kept simple.


3) Ana Cristina borrows the name of current day singer-songwriter of Cuban descent, Ana Cristina (Alvarez). But in 1996, our real-life, yet-to-be entertainer was not even 11 years old at the time of the wedding, so Bob just time-traveled her name back as needed. Yo, artistic license allows for this kind of crap anyhoo. It's Bob's book, and he can do whatever he wants.


4) Jaume Sisa and Malú (Maria Lucia), the couple from Barcelona, were named after the two Spanish singers. Our guy definitely has his own style, and defines himself as "Galactic." Makes one wonder if any alien abduction stuff is at play here. Her style is a little more conventional, and she's the niece of Paco De Lucía, the renowned guitarist, and daughter of the flamenco singer, Pepe De Lucía. There be a whole lot of music going on in that family.


In aggregate, Bob was going with names that fit with the countries of origin, and not necessarily that the music by some of these artists, if a little mellow jello at times by some folks' judgment, grooved with his own personal taste. Currently, Bob is more likely to be listening to something more energetic and punchy, or a little Austin Powers shagadelic and groovy, Baby, just like these two tunes.


5) Last, but not least, for non pop-culture, bookworm types, I threw in a solitary literary reference in this chapter with Juan Rulfo, who was named after the Mexican author (1917 - 1986), screenwriter and photographer of note. His character in the book is the Mexican friend of the bride's family, who worked as an economist in Phoenix. He was the guy mixing up the micheladas that afternoon and pouring out the fine tequila later in the evening.


Sometimes you go with fame, and sometimes you go with a name that just sounds really kool. From the sporting world, in this latter category, the likes of Coco Crisp, Dick Trickle, Fabian Assmann and I.M. Hipp spring to mind and provide for inspiration there. With names like that, it makes one wonder if they actually "are" and/or "do" when met live in-person.



Bob is saving a few of these neater sounding (but completely fabricated) names for the next two instalments in the trilogy. Here's a prime tandem example to come.

Jack Goff and Holden Hiscockthey were the best of friends.

There's also gonna be some cat called Chris Peacock and a "chikita banana" named Selena Goodhead. As regards the banana angle in that expression, it was covered off in detail here recently.

Hey, don't look at Bob that way regarding all this movie-based naming innuendo! It's all in keeping with tradition and the likes of Alotta Fagina from Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery (1997), on down to Dr. Holly Goodhead from Moonraker (1979) and even further back to Pussy Galore in Goldfinger (1964).


One would need to do some much deeper research to see if this goes back even earlier than the start of the first Bond flick Dr. No (1962), or predating Ian Fleming's original book series.

Bob's all-time favorite with this naming convention comes from the same Fagina bin, in this scene from Austin Powers in Goldmember (2002), with Austin going Japanese (in stereo to boot, for added aural fidelity) with them sassy twins Fook Mi and Fook Yu. There's so much more to this scene between the dialogue, body language / physicality, visuals and even Austin's ten-deep bucket list, the details of which are listed here if one is so-ever curious and discerning to dig deep on them there devilish details.


There's alotta good material to play with here, and so little time.

So sayeth Bob N. Boguslavski, some single guy meeting all kinds of interesting people at weddings around the planet. With a name like his, makes you wonder if it's real. But then all you have to do is compare his name to some of those last ones above, and you ain't gonna be spinning many cerebral cycles for long.

After all, as stated at the start of the novel, "this is a work of f(r)iction, where fact and fiction rub up against each other, and nobody wants to know it regardless."



Unique funny read

This is a very unique and interesting concept, and a book that is exceptionally well written. Boguslavski has a talent to string words together, such that it's easy and most pleasant reading. His sense of humour is often riotously funny! There's an incredible attention to detail on many aspects of the setting. The descriptions of food and drink got my complete and total attention ... delicious! Having said that, other detailed narratives on items such as wedding party fashion and architecture had much less appeal to me, were a bit much and I wanted to move on. Female readers may well find the bridal fashion angle much more interesting than I did. The inclusion of global current events of the day mixed into the backdrop are thought-provoking and add depth to the overall story. Bottom line ... a great book I thoroughly enjoyed.

Rating: 5 / 5 *

Original Posting: Lewe77 | August 23, 2014 | Source: Apple iBooks (CA)