You there! In the shoes! Lets have a wedding.
I'll wear a patchwork wedding dress with pink ballet flats and you can wear your karate uniform. Our friends will check each other out across the aisle. Later, after a few drinks, the boldest ones will disappear into broom closets, and the shyest ones will stand next to each other at the punchbowl. You and I will take advantage of our newly combined and now wildly extensive record collection on the dance floor and in the wading pool. Someone will put on 'I Want You To Want Me' and we'll both swoon a little bit before stepping up our ass-shaking to level ten, particularly during the "didn'I didn'I didn'I see you crying? Oh Oh Didn'I Didn'I Didn'I See You CRYIN?" part. I love that part.
Afterwards, after we run out to the car and everyone throws their motarboards in the air, we'll try to remember how we met. Was it at the laundromat? Was it on the internet? Was it at the tattoo parlor I scraped my knee outside of, and you had all that gauze readily available?
Wait, I remember. It hasn't happened at all. You're still out there trying to get your bearings in woodcarving, and I'm still over here complaining about solving quadratic equations by completing the square. You havent purchased the shoes that tell me you're aware of your surroundings and I still havent been to Mardi Gras. We havent yet hated each other for six months after the first time we broke up over that total misunderstanding, then decided that we can get back together since it was all the fault of that stupid CB radio anyway yet. We haven't realized it was you all along. We haven't fallen in love at first sight. We haven't been set up by a well meaning friend.
but I'm not worried about it. I've got a lot of prepatory ass-shaking, disappearing into the broom closet, and shifting nervously about the punchbowl to do yet.
Posted by Sonya at August 8, 2003 10:49 AMyay! I wore pink ballet flats at my wedding. yay!
and while the justice of the peace was reading all the vows, I was nervously shifting my weight from the flats of my feet to the outer sides (can you see that? does it make sense?) Which is probably why I don't actually remember how the vows went, but i do remember thinking my grandmother would take me aside after the ceremony to deliver a lecture on how to stand like a lady.
Yeah, you just can't trust those dad-burned CB radios -- they'll stab you in the back every time!
That's why I have to have a Marine-band VHS to chaperone my CB. VHS' are very loyal, responsible and trustworthy -- they'll never let you down.
Posted by: THE COMTE at August 8, 2003 01:52 PM