ASC Pt. III
Monday, October 09, 2006
Tears From The Bride
I went to a wedding on Saturday night and overall it was nice. Good food, at least.
Does everyone know what the money dance is? I know a lot of different cultures do it. The bride and groom dance with people and after they dance with them they get money pinned to them? Well, my aunt gave me some money and she's like "Go, dance with the bride." I agreed, though there are two things I hate to do
1) Dancing &
2) Touching strangers
But I did it anyways. I don't remember what the song was, which is odd, because that's usually the only thing my foggy mind remembers, but I remember walking up to her (we've only met once before last saturday) and standing in front of her and giving a nice little fake half smile. "Congratulations," I said before taking her hand and leading the dance. The song turned to "Still the One" by Shania Twain, which was kind of a happy thing for me because the girl in me really likes that song. So we're dancing, the spotlight shining down on us, and I looked at her and started to cry. It wasn't because of how beautiful the moment was or the setting was or how good looking she was... It was the fact that I was dancing at a wedding with the bride and the bride wasn't mine. The girl I was dancing with wasn't Anna. Because of my complete hatred of dancing, I always thought that the first girl I ever danced with, even more precisely, the first bride I ever danced with at a wedding would be mine and I thought that it would be Anna. The song? I don't know what it would be, but "Still the One" would be fitting in my mind. Saddly, it's looks like we didn't make it.
As I started crying, she noticed and said "Are you crying?"
I laughed, somewhat embarrased by my actions and said, "Yea."
"How come?" she said with a sad and concerned look.
"I'm just kind of reminded of someone," I said, my false sense of humor not seeming very fun at the moment. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, insisting on cutting and I let go of the bride's hands. "Congratulations again. You're really the most beautiful girl in the room." I then walked away, took off my jacket, loosened my time, and took down my suspendors.
After all this time I've realized that Tegan (or was it Sara) was wrong - There isn't more to life than love and being together.
Does everyone know what the money dance is? I know a lot of different cultures do it. The bride and groom dance with people and after they dance with them they get money pinned to them? Well, my aunt gave me some money and she's like "Go, dance with the bride." I agreed, though there are two things I hate to do
1) Dancing &
2) Touching strangers
But I did it anyways. I don't remember what the song was, which is odd, because that's usually the only thing my foggy mind remembers, but I remember walking up to her (we've only met once before last saturday) and standing in front of her and giving a nice little fake half smile. "Congratulations," I said before taking her hand and leading the dance. The song turned to "Still the One" by Shania Twain, which was kind of a happy thing for me because the girl in me really likes that song. So we're dancing, the spotlight shining down on us, and I looked at her and started to cry. It wasn't because of how beautiful the moment was or the setting was or how good looking she was... It was the fact that I was dancing at a wedding with the bride and the bride wasn't mine. The girl I was dancing with wasn't Anna. Because of my complete hatred of dancing, I always thought that the first girl I ever danced with, even more precisely, the first bride I ever danced with at a wedding would be mine and I thought that it would be Anna. The song? I don't know what it would be, but "Still the One" would be fitting in my mind. Saddly, it's looks like we didn't make it.
As I started crying, she noticed and said "Are you crying?"
I laughed, somewhat embarrased by my actions and said, "Yea."
"How come?" she said with a sad and concerned look.
"I'm just kind of reminded of someone," I said, my false sense of humor not seeming very fun at the moment. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, insisting on cutting and I let go of the bride's hands. "Congratulations again. You're really the most beautiful girl in the room." I then walked away, took off my jacket, loosened my time, and took down my suspendors.
After all this time I've realized that Tegan (or was it Sara) was wrong - There isn't more to life than love and being together.
posted by Me # 10:16 p.m. 
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