"Garish Weekly", I've found your next cover girl

I ran three miles in the park today, then had to walk the last mile back because my shoulder became inexplicably but insistently sore.

During my walk I passed a garden tucked beneath a curve in the road; there, a couple was getting married in front of maybe nine people. The groom wore a top hat with his tuxedo, and the bride paired a white veil with a gown that can only happen when you call a bridal shop and say, "I want the Kentucky Wildcat." UK blue from neck to shoe. Oy.