So I said, "Mom, I don't really believe that rice thrown over my
head will make me fertile, and I think it would be hypocrisy to
participate in a symbolistic ritual that I don't endorse." (Or
something to that effect.) So I brought some leftover Fasnacht
confetti, which didn't get thrown at the wedding; I don't remember
why. On our way to the airport bound for our Jamaican honeymoon . . .
well, you can see what happened.--March 1995.