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once a lifetime
Oct. 10th, 2004 11:39 pmIt is a ... jolting experience to go to the wedding reception of the man you dreamed your whole life to marry.
I'm not sure yet if I recommend it to anyone.
His walk is different... the army trained that patent saunter out. And his voice no longer carries the hint of Australian drawl that he obtained the two years he lived there (thankfully--that voice was irresistible enough). But he hasn't changed much in looks and I had these weird feelings of being trapped between two "me"s. Folks, I think we just succeeded in time-travel. And it's not pleasant.
We have nothing to talk about anymore. That helps. He didn't even ask me anything about what was going on in my life, so I didn't even have the opportunity to flaunt my successes (well, not really, flaunt per se)... Maybe that's what I'm most bummed about. I spent most of the reception talking to *her* parents and sisters (one of them is a good friend of mine... Why does the world always have to be small when it concerns him??). They were nice and it passed the time, talking about what I do.
His bride is nice. Cute, but not so unbearably beautiful that you keep wondering if he only married her for her looks. She seems sweet, but I do admit to stifling a disbelieving glance when he stated proudly that she now sells Mary Kay products. Just another sign.
All is good. I survived and wished them sincere, hearty congratulations.
And that's that.
I'm not sure yet if I recommend it to anyone.
His walk is different... the army trained that patent saunter out. And his voice no longer carries the hint of Australian drawl that he obtained the two years he lived there (thankfully--that voice was irresistible enough). But he hasn't changed much in looks and I had these weird feelings of being trapped between two "me"s. Folks, I think we just succeeded in time-travel. And it's not pleasant.
We have nothing to talk about anymore. That helps. He didn't even ask me anything about what was going on in my life, so I didn't even have the opportunity to flaunt my successes (well, not really, flaunt per se)... Maybe that's what I'm most bummed about. I spent most of the reception talking to *her* parents and sisters (one of them is a good friend of mine... Why does the world always have to be small when it concerns him??). They were nice and it passed the time, talking about what I do.
His bride is nice. Cute, but not so unbearably beautiful that you keep wondering if he only married her for her looks. She seems sweet, but I do admit to stifling a disbelieving glance when he stated proudly that she now sells Mary Kay products. Just another sign.
All is good. I survived and wished them sincere, hearty congratulations.
And that's that.
