One of my oldest friends got married tonight. Kelly and I have known each other since sixth grade; not only did we attend middle school and high school together, we lived in the same neighborhood since then, too. She is an amazing girl, and I am so proud to have known her this long. She and her husband have been dating since our junior year in high school. I don’t think there was ever a moment in any of our minds that we thought Kelly and Derek might not get married. They are perfect for each other, and I know they’ll be so happy for many, many years to come.
The wedding was beautiful, and the reception was fun. I got to see plenty of people I hadn’t seen since high school graduation, and I got to catch up with some of my favorite friends from high school. (Isn’t it funny how you forget how much you love some people until you’re with them? I kind of regret not keeping in touch with them better, but, as the late Tammy Faye Messner told Larry King, regrets are “a waste of good brain space.”) The least fun part about the reception was sitting at a table that consisted of me, an engaged couple, the wives of two of the groomsmen, and the fiancee of another groomsman. And better yet, they all knew each other, so here’s little old me stuck with all these engaged and/or married people, all of whom talked about their wedding plans and none of whom cared to talk to me. There is probably not enough champagne in the free world for me to think that that situation is at all enjoyable; it also made me realize that assigned seating is just not happening at my wedding, whenever it may be.
Although the seating situation wasn’t fun, going out to my car, which decided not to turn on was much less fun. I got to put my AAA membership to use, and I even got to watch my beautiful little Saturn get towed away. AND I got to stay at the reception the whole time and then some. AND the maid of honor’s parents drove me home. (That sounds a lot more awkward than it is; Leigh and I have known each other since sixth grade, and her parents are great.) AND it took AAA way too long to get to the reception site, and as I was waiting, I realized the zipper on my dress decided to break. There’s not telling how many people might have seen my underwear at the wedding.
Needless to say, tonight was not my night.
Y’all keep your fingers crossed that my cute little car can be fixed by daddy! He says it should be fine, that it’s either something “gas or spark” related, which isn’t a big deal (apparently). In any case, I am hoping and praying that my car will be just fine because I really can’t afford a new car … or to not have a car at all.
On a lighter note, can someone explain why Food Network’s Unwrapped is telling me how Longaberger baskets are made?
5 Comments
July 22, 2007 at 12:14 pm
Poor Satty Satty Boo Boo Bear.
July 22, 2007 at 1:05 pm
I know! It started just fine this morning, and Daddy took a look at it and changed the spark plug wires or whatever, and it seems to be doing just fine, so keep your fingers crossed! I’m really going to be relying on that St. Christopher medal now :).
July 22, 2007 at 9:22 pm
Yay for Daddy having the skills to fix Satty Satty Boo Boo Bear! That happy making.
July 23, 2007 at 9:23 am
Sounds like a super fun wedding.
I saw that same episode of Unwrapped and wondered the same thing. Personally, I’d rather see more salt water taffy and less basket weaving and middle-aged collectors.
July 23, 2007 at 10:53 pm
Seriously. I’m just concerned to know there are people who collect baskets. I mean, of all things people could collect, these women are collecting BASKETS. And really expensive baskets, at that. How bizarre.