I can’t seem to settle my stomach. I can’t count the number of times I have vomited today anymore, there is nothing at all left in my stomach. I take Pete’s hand in mine and they are soaked in sweat, he is just as nervous as I am. The guests have all filed in and are in their seats. Nothing has gone wrong yet, hopefully nothing will. Pete hugs me, its time for every one to go get in position.
Daddy and I walk to the back of the church together. Daddy squeezes my hand, I have never been this nervous. Daddy smiles at me and I know he knows how I’m feeling and he is telling me that everything will be ok, I sure hope so. I hear the organ start to play, its time. I don’t think I can breathe. It feels like my lungs are made out of lead. I don’t think I can go through with this. I need to start walking; I force one foot in front of the other. I look over and I can see Pete’s young cousin squirming in his seat, his parents scolding him and I realize why I'm doing all of this, I can’t wait to have children.
We finally finish the never ending journey down the aisle and Pete takes my hands in his as Father O’ Franklin begins talking. I don’t hear much between “Dearly beloved” and “You may now kiss the bride” but I think I remember saying an “I do” in there somewhere. I hear everyone cheering as Pete and I run from the church and I think that I saw my mother sobbing. I shake my head as I run at that woman and her ridiculous tears, its not like I’m the first one to get married, all eleven of my sisters already have.
Pete and I climb into the car waiting to take us to the farm where the tent in which the reception is taking place. We try and relax during the twenty-minute drive but we know that if we get through the speeches without something terrible happening it will be a miracle. We just try and enjoy these few moments of peace before all hell brakes loose.
We get to the farm and its beautiful. Everything is perfect; everyone sits down and is served without any serious incidents. Then the food is served, and I realize that we made a fantastic choice with the caterer. The food is delicious, it is the best lobster I have ever had. Miraculously we got through the entire night with out any problems more serious than the children eating too much of the wonderful chocolate cake and getting a bit wild. It was the best day of my life.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
WA-5?
Mother’s hand squeezes mine as we walk down the aisle, finding our seats. I climb up onto the pew squeezed between Mother and Father. I’m bored and the wedding hasn’t even started.
“How long will this take?” I whine as I wiggle impatiently.
“Sit still son” my fathers growls my fathers deep baritone.
I lean back and slide my butt forward in the pew and sigh deeply.
“I’m SOOOO bored. When is this dang thing gonna start anyways?”
“Soon” My mother assured me as she tousles my hair reassuringly.
I study the ornate molding between the walls and the ceiling of the church, this has to be the most bored I have ever been in my short life. I think of all the great things I could be doing in this moment, all much more fun than this. I could be playing with trains or Legos or dinosaurs or with my puppy, Darth Vader. I am a beast of the open plains, I’m not meant to be confined like this, I need to get out of here, I just want to play!
After hours of waiting, some guy starts playing the organ and people start walking down the aisle.
“Here we go” I think to myself. “We are finally going to get some action.”
So all these people file in and stand at the front of the church and every one is happy and smiling. Then this fat old guy named The Priest starts talking, and lemme tell you, he was bor-ring. All those happy and smiling people clearly had no idea what lay in store for them. This was turning out to be the most boring day ever. Then Mr. Priest tells my cousin Petey, he is the guy getting married that he can now kiss the bride. He actually does it. I want to jump up and scream, “No Petey! Don’t do it!” It was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my entire life. It shocked and horrified me. Before this I thought that Petey was pretty much the coolest guy ever, when I saw him kiss a girl I realized that he was just a big old pansy. I wanted to cry. A dreadful day got immeasurably worse.
After this moment of vileness every one gets up and, for some reason unbeknownst to me, starts cheering. There were some seriously twisted people at this wedding. Then everyone left the church and we all go to this big tent where they had all these tables set up with a little name-tag at every seat for all the different people, there is one set just for me and it was right next to my mom. Then these guys start serving food, if you can call it that. It’s some thing called lobster and it is the most disgusting smelling thing ever. Luckily they had some french frys just for me.
It was the worst day of my life, the only good part was the cake we all got to eat, which was super chocolaty and how I got to run around with some kids after we ate the cake. I guess the day wasn’t a total bust after all.
“How long will this take?” I whine as I wiggle impatiently.
“Sit still son” my fathers growls my fathers deep baritone.
I lean back and slide my butt forward in the pew and sigh deeply.
“I’m SOOOO bored. When is this dang thing gonna start anyways?”
“Soon” My mother assured me as she tousles my hair reassuringly.
I study the ornate molding between the walls and the ceiling of the church, this has to be the most bored I have ever been in my short life. I think of all the great things I could be doing in this moment, all much more fun than this. I could be playing with trains or Legos or dinosaurs or with my puppy, Darth Vader. I am a beast of the open plains, I’m not meant to be confined like this, I need to get out of here, I just want to play!
After hours of waiting, some guy starts playing the organ and people start walking down the aisle.
“Here we go” I think to myself. “We are finally going to get some action.”
So all these people file in and stand at the front of the church and every one is happy and smiling. Then this fat old guy named The Priest starts talking, and lemme tell you, he was bor-ring. All those happy and smiling people clearly had no idea what lay in store for them. This was turning out to be the most boring day ever. Then Mr. Priest tells my cousin Petey, he is the guy getting married that he can now kiss the bride. He actually does it. I want to jump up and scream, “No Petey! Don’t do it!” It was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my entire life. It shocked and horrified me. Before this I thought that Petey was pretty much the coolest guy ever, when I saw him kiss a girl I realized that he was just a big old pansy. I wanted to cry. A dreadful day got immeasurably worse.
After this moment of vileness every one gets up and, for some reason unbeknownst to me, starts cheering. There were some seriously twisted people at this wedding. Then everyone left the church and we all go to this big tent where they had all these tables set up with a little name-tag at every seat for all the different people, there is one set just for me and it was right next to my mom. Then these guys start serving food, if you can call it that. It’s some thing called lobster and it is the most disgusting smelling thing ever. Luckily they had some french frys just for me.
It was the worst day of my life, the only good part was the cake we all got to eat, which was super chocolaty and how I got to run around with some kids after we ate the cake. I guess the day wasn’t a total bust after all.
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