My Best Friends's Wedding - Volume 2, Part 2
Day 2
I'll be honest, since I wrote volume one of this little epic, I was starting to get a little down. I was concerned to be quite honest, that I didn't want to be judged. I didn't want to see my best friends get married. I just wanted to keep doing my own things - my events, my webcasts because I've been loving it. I didn't want to take a break, I just wanted to keep going. It'll have been 2 weeks since I did my last live event, and I didn't want that.
As best man, I was designated as the lead for a few sessions today. I got to the venue with plenty of time to spare, but found 'A' nowhere. My frustrations were mounting, and I was starting to feel like that I was making quite a bit of this little meeting with 'A'. It was an aberration. I was definitely more excited about this than she was... Who knew what was going through her mind? Whatever... I asked myself to focus that morning. This was your best friend's wedding - focus, and get done what you were to get done. As the "baarat" procession began, apart from my friends, I noticed someone else dancing beside me. It was 'A'. So I said to myself, "ok, lets focus AND enjoy this thing a whole lot more starting now".
Afternoon 2
The wedding happened... I was happy... A little dazed, but mostly happy... People got emotional... The moms got misty-eyed. I'd spent a majority of the morning sitting behind my friend, the groom, so I didn't get to spend enough time with 'A'. But, lunch was a different story. I sat with her over lunch, and we spoke about what our weddings (our individual respective weddings that is) would be like, and "stuff". There was to be a 3 hour break between the wedding and the reception and apparently, she was to visit some of her Dad's friends around the area, which she claimed she really did not want to do. So I said, "oh that's too bad, you have to go anyway, enjoy, bye". And I headed back to my hotel room.
This is what the lack of sleep, a lot of work, your parents, your sister, a 2 year old (my niece), high emotions, and a gorgeous girl can do to your ability to CLEAR FRIPPIN' THINKING... THAT WAS A SUBTLE HINT THAT SHE'D RATHER DO SOMETHING ELSE THAT PM, WASN'T IT???
Evening 2 (Rhapsody in Black) (thanks, Sonia)
The reception - the moment I'd been prepping for, for almost a month, was to come. After helping alleviate some painful chaos with some missing chairs, the groom's brother, the bride's sister, the maid of honor and the best man were to toast and give their speeches. My turn came, and I gave it all I had. It was a tad long (13 minutes apparently). There was a drunk uncle who clapped "thank you very much ok" sporadically through the course of my speech, hinting that I stop. But I hadn't been taking hints very well, of late.
They opened up the dance floor. Almost EVERYONE jumped on, and we danced our bee-hinds off. 'A' and I got a few drinks, and the whole evening started to look up. The DJ played some awesome music (except for this one uninteresting rendetion of "I like the way you move").
A few drinks and a few shots later (or something like that) : 'A' and I were having a phenomenal time. Her back started to give her much trouble, so we decided to take a break from the dance floor. We stepped out to get some fresh air. I turn away for a minute, and Kurt cuts in, holds 'A' by the hand and walks her away. I stood back, and let them go. I went back in and on to the dancefloor, but I couldn't tell you what I was thinking (or if I was thinking at all, mostly because I don't remember). The numbness momentarily wore off, and on another whim, I decided to go after her. As I was walking towards them, Kurt walks towards me and says, "Remember Denver the dinosaur", and walks away leaving 'A' with me. (now that I think about it, maybe he didn't say "Denver the dinosaur"?)
Day 3
I woke up at 10.40am (in my parents' room) and I called up her hotel and had them connect me to her room. "Sorry, sir, 'A' has checked out already". "Ok, ummm, did she leave any messages for anyone or anything?". "No, Sir". "Ok, ummm, do you have an address or a phone number on file there for her?". "Yes, sir". "Ok, ummm, is there a way that I can get that information from you?". "What're you freakin' retarded?"
All my friends left town today. My folks and I, we went to the city, and spent the entire day in Central Park. It was a gorgeous gorgeous day... I felt hollow and a little lost...
Evening 4 (this evening)
The wedding's over. Last week is over. I am on a flight to somewhere. I can't seem to forget Evening 2. All my friends left on Day 3. My family's headed off to Europe. And, I'm just seriously moping right now. I didn't get her number. I don't have her number. I don't have her number. I don't have her number. I don't have her number. I don't know how to get a hold of her. I'm confused between moping and pretending to "think about the good times" and "cherish evening 2". 2 hours before we land...
