I'm still struggling with how a bride gets left at the altar... What kind of father walks his daughter down the aisle when there isn't a groom at the other end (as phoebes in santa fe asked yesterday). I completely blame the dad. I mean, even though Jill is the one with all the wedding planning experience and all, I would think her dad would at least have a little bit of common sense.Today's Full Strip
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I think it's amazing how Mary's clothes have magically changed colors .. along with the palette in the diner. Still, Jill is the same. Some hidden message there?? Makes one ponder!
'Wedding Planner'?? More like the angel of death in the wedding realm. Who, besides Adrian, would ever judge this woman to be wedding planner material?
When did Santa Royale get a Restaurant?
I heard they make a mean Food.
I (Thankfully!) wasn't left at the altar when I got married. But wouldn't you be over it in 7 years? While that would certainly be tragic, it's not like she was kept in a death camp, escaped and had to work 300 miles to her home. THAT I might not get over.
Has anyone on here been left at the altar? What's the average healing time?
I wasn't left at the altar, but I did say to my father as we were walking down the stairs in our house - I was married in the living room - "I can't go through with this". He said, "Shut up and keep walking". But, my husband-to-be WAS waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
I mean, even MY father wouldn't have walked me down the aisle (or stairs) if there hadn't been someone at the other end...
Where are the pies?? Maybe they made Mary and Jill move away from them when Jill was weeping all over them.
Mary's perspective of course is tainted by the way jeff keeps bouncing back after she spurns his (two by my count) proposals for marriage (or maybe they're just proposals to propose).
...and by the way, this story line was made that much more special this past Friday as I got to attend a rehearsal dinner with a "Jill". This Jill was/is my wife who was not left at the altar, and it is important to note, did not have to be forcibly removed from the rehearsal dinner for being a drunken sot. I should report that there were no stolen ketchup bottles, and we all sat at one large table instead of multiple tables in multiple rooms.
Where are the pies? The pies were in the first restaurant they went to. They're in a second restaurant now, one with pink banquette seating (called RESTAURANT).
The first restaurant had a busboy who looked like Jordan, so Jill flipped out again and Mary had to call Jeff and Scott to come over and take her outside and put her in a cab. Mary found her outside huffing a can of sterno and brought her in to RESTAURANT for more talking. (This sequence was omitted from the published strips, but I saw it on the DVD extras. It was probably left out to "tighten up the plot".)
But seriously, Adrian enlisted Jill to help plan her wedding because Jill had "wedding planning experience"! How did she get that experience? Has she been heavily medicated for the last seven years?
Sometimes people avoid certain social situations that might cause them pain. For instance, a woman undergoing fertility treatments might decline and invitation to a baby shower. This can be done in a reasonable and polite manner.
So why on earth did Jill agree not just to help plan the wedding, but be a bride's maid? Did she want to relive the thrill of standing at the altar? Did she want an excuse to swear at Adrian and steal the bottle of ketchup?
Why, I ask you, WHY?
I wasn't left "at the alter," but my fiance did break off the engagement a few days before the wedding. Naturally, it was heartbreaking, but seven years later, she creates this kind of scene at someone else's wedding? Come on! She should have declined to assist for personal reasons.
Make that "altar."
Oh you people !!!! You continue to approach a Karen Moy authored story with logic, common sense and imagination. When will you ever learn????
We would be remiss if we didn't point out daily: Jill's a dude!
Another thing often waiting at the altar is an ordained person licensed to perform weddings. In as unlikely a scenario as the one we're witnessing, such a person would probably be able to comfort, or at least keep company, the bride. Perhaps this time that person is out in the parking lot with the groom, begging him to please come back in and go through with the ceremony?
Also, I believe in most large, formal church weddings the bride and groom have attendants, dressed in fancy clothes. Did they abandon Jill, too?
In today's panel,it's daylight outside. Have Mary and Jill been in the Restaurant all night? What time is the wedding? Neither one of them is going to be in any shape to attend it. Oh well.
@djangosmom: They'll be fine. Mary's on a sugar buzz from all the pie she ate, and Jill will be fueled up from caffiene. Also, Mary is a master at changing clothes between panels, but Jill had better go pretty soon and get her hair and makeup done.
When Giella runs out of one color ink, he just switches to another until he has a chance to get a refill. Mary's clothing may yet change back to blue...
In a normal course of events, Jeff would be calling Mary's cell phone about now, to find out where she is and to remind her it's her turn to say a few words at the rehearsal dinner. Or did I miss a week of the strip?
I love that Mary's trying to convince Jill it's her faulty memory about that wedding that didn't happen that's causing problems.
I think that the panel with the building marked "Restaurant" the other day merely confirms my long-held belief that Joe Giella has been "phoning-it-in" for a while now.
Actually, though, who'd have been in charge of actually thinking about the story line enough to give the restaurant an actual name? Moy or Giella.
By the way, I mark that panel as one of the panels-of-the-year in the - hopefully, anyway - upcoming election. Though NOTHING can top my favorite of "napkin-surgically-attached-to-Mary's-chin". NOTHING.
Contemplating Mary's worldview: "The past only exists by how you remember it"? REALLY, Mary??? Kinda' like how you're able to forget poor 'ol Aldo's death so easily, eh?
In fact, why not release all the killers from the Santa Royale prison!? Dead people can't talk, and I'm sure many of the murderers "remember" they're... um...INNOCENT!
(Job security for Adrian's groom, doncha' know!)
Jill's hand appears to be passing through the coffee mug in today's strip. Is that some solstice trick?
"The past only exists by how you remember it"
I think it's a "1984" thing. Mary's been given the power to rewrite the past.
Yes, Vicki, Aldo never existed. Aldo Who?
So many questions, so little guidance.
All I know is that the very classiest Restaurants always keep their napkins in little metal units on the table.
That's some big old she-male in the second part of Wednesday's strip, pointing that accusatory finger. Actually that finger looks like it's being pointed by a third person. Nice angle there, Joe. And those bottles in the background are blue because they are missing their homegirl, Jill.
I've been sick since Saturday and missed a few strips. But the wonderful thing about MW is that so little has happened since Saturday (when you consider that we could all see what was coming weeks ago). In fact, the most exciting developments are the magically changing restaurant (that also happens to be open all night) and Mary's magically color-changing ensemble.
Giella probably received Crayola Color Switchers markers as an early Christmas present: http://www.amazon.com/Crayola-58-8170-Color-Switchers/dp/B001QKLPQQ/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1293031514&sr=8-2
Leaving RESTAURANT at the same time as Jill and Mary, that nice young man in the blue jacket and cap holds the door open for the two ladies. He knows nothing about Jill's past or her compulsive behavior. And it so happens that he's on his way to work at the steelmill (way outside of Jill's "professional circle"). Their eyes meet, and she finds true love and happiness.
Oh, and I wonder who's going to catch the bridal bouquet at Adrian's wedding???
A sober Jill does not make an entertaining strip. (I deleted the first comment because I accidentally typed the verification word in the comment area.)
Robert, so true. Our lively lass has been defanged. Mary's platitudes are quickly turning Jill into a sodden, dull mess. Elsewhere on the time-space continuum, Jeff, Adrian, and Scott must be visiting Santa Royale's emergency rooms by now, wondering if a bus hit Mary. Actually, since they know her pretty well, they should be walking into the Restaurant any moment, wondering which hapless resident she's dishing out a steaming pile of aphorisms to.
so...how does this work? Does our "defanged" Jill show up and fulfill her bridesmaid duties as though nothing happened?
Does Mary change her mind and decide to be a bride afterall?
Will Bonnie? wear the same dress she wore to her cousin's wedding?
Ugh -- Do we really have to watch Jill throw up now?
Mary sure is putting Jill in her place today; I was thinking the next story arc should have her at the local high school chastising all the "mean girls" and bullies. Then I realized--there are no children in this strip, are there? No problem kids, no parents in crisis, etc. Maybe Mary doesn't meddle there because she doesn't have kids? Or Moy doesn't?
Dear Ms. Worth,
I implore you, if there is a beating, human heart in your chest, you will stop battering Jill with stale old platitudes, pointing your giant accusing man-hand at her. Can't you see the girl is in grave distress?
All of us here at the blog have been wondering why you stood idly by for weeks on end when Jill HA HA HA'd her way through the wedding preparations and got stinking drunk at the rehearsal dinner and made a pass at your .....whatever Jeff is to you.
And yes, we are well aware that Adrian and Scott were "meant for each other" and that they have found "true happiness" at last. There is no need to say this again and again through this endless night of diner visits in ever so slightly different words. We get it! Let's move on.
Finally, my real concern is that your prattling seems to have driven Mr. Wanders from his own blog. He is most likely curled up in the fetal position somewhere in his house, refusing to deal with reality and muttering to himself, "Adrian deserves better than that!"
Sincerely,
Shmoopie
Shmoopie, thanks loads for making me spew my coffee out of my nose.
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