My pal Chuck over at Always-Drunk.com wrote a piece on an incident from early in her marriage, and you can read about it here.
It reminded me of an incident that I've probably written about here before. Actually, I just checked, and maybe not. But anyway.
August 20, 2005. Roswell, Georgia.
I am the bride, so I'm in a big, white dress. I can't really blend in because, let's face it - I'm getting top billing today.
Matt and I had our first dance, and I cut a brief rug with my father and my new uncle-in-law. Now, from a required floor time standpoint, my new husband is done for the night.
Me, I'm just getting started. And we have this killer band that is playing tons of great stuff. Just blowing it out of the water. The band was my Father's doing. He heard them at a different wedding and said we had to have them. In fact, I remember him calling his friend Marty to get the contact info for them.
Anyway, my husband and some of his pals are out smoking cigars and drinking whiskey. The band segues from some fast tune and starts playing "Easy Like Sunday Morning". I move to the edge of the floor and have this serious epiphany.
Getting married doesn't automatically mean you'll never stand awkwardly at the edge of the dance floor with no partner. You're still going to be alone sometimes, and you'll have to get along by yourself and stand there and try not to look pathetic. I remember thinking, "Ok, that's poignant." And although it was only 30 seconds, tops, it felt like forever. Finally, one of the neighbors asked me to dance and it was fine. But that was the longest 30 seconds...
What were your moments of clarity? And did they involve heavy, beaded, crinolined dresses?
ae
It reminded me of an incident that I've probably written about here before. Actually, I just checked, and maybe not. But anyway.
August 20, 2005. Roswell, Georgia.
I am the bride, so I'm in a big, white dress. I can't really blend in because, let's face it - I'm getting top billing today.
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Matt and I had our first dance, and I cut a brief rug with my father and my new uncle-in-law. Now, from a required floor time standpoint, my new husband is done for the night.
Me, I'm just getting started. And we have this killer band that is playing tons of great stuff. Just blowing it out of the water. The band was my Father's doing. He heard them at a different wedding and said we had to have them. In fact, I remember him calling his friend Marty to get the contact info for them.
Anyway, my husband and some of his pals are out smoking cigars and drinking whiskey. The band segues from some fast tune and starts playing "Easy Like Sunday Morning". I move to the edge of the floor and have this serious epiphany.
Getting married doesn't automatically mean you'll never stand awkwardly at the edge of the dance floor with no partner. You're still going to be alone sometimes, and you'll have to get along by yourself and stand there and try not to look pathetic. I remember thinking, "Ok, that's poignant." And although it was only 30 seconds, tops, it felt like forever. Finally, one of the neighbors asked me to dance and it was fine. But that was the longest 30 seconds...
What were your moments of clarity? And did they involve heavy, beaded, crinolined dresses?
ae
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