You sat there in your silencein your desire and your solitude.I sat here with my anticipation overhow I know it all will end.You're thinking 'When is it going to be over?'and I'm thinking 'Where do I begin?'~Me. So, there was a wedding yesterday. So they say. I don't believe it actually happened. I've been in a state of inner shock since Friday night. Let me begin.
Friday was the rehearsal dinner and everything. I was upset because Adrien was having car trouble in Albany and I was upset that it could possibly mean he wouldn't be able to show as my date. After the dinner, I went home completely exhausted. I was ready to drop. Adrien told me that his plan was to drive to Dave's house and wait until after the rehearsal dinner to follow me home. At around 10:30pm or so, I get this phone call. It's Adrien asking me what exit I am off of Route 17. 10 minutes later, I'm at the gas station off my exit and he's walking Snickers. I run to him.
An example of how he is easily the nevertobe-explored love of my life:I was tired. My hair was all crunchy from all the hairspray I'd put in to keep it up for the wedding. I was wearing a sun-dress over a pair of black bell bottoms. I thought I looked like shit. After hugging me, Adrien looks at me and says "That is a very sexy outfit. You look amazing." He'd been in a cranky mood all day and told me that I'd just made what was left of it very bright again.
I took him home. I gave him a massage with this new thermal massage oil gel and reveled in just being near him again. Through all the frustration surrounding the previous three days, Adrien was my sunspot. He slept on my bed and I took the floor.
The wedding was the next morning. I held off crying until I got all the way down the aisle, being the last bridesmaid before the maid of honor. I stood there, right up front, watching Marisa (the woman who has singlehandedly taken my brother out of all of his unhappiness, made his life full of love, and moved him towards forgetfulness where it concerns every last ounce of shit his last girlfriend put him through) walk down the aisle towards my brother. I was extremely happy and overtaken.
I looked back into the seats, trying to find someone who was crying like me. I saw that my parents were smiling. My cousins, well, the ones that showed up, were doing the same. Likewise, my friends and our respective families. I quiveringly smiled and wiped away a tear. Then I saw Adrien, standing there next to Stacey. He smiled at me and winked. I didn't cry after that moment. I went on to watch the ceremony.
It was a little under an hour long, but beautiful all the same. I think I'll always remember that moment five minutes earlier when David saw his bride-to-be walking towards him. I saw him cry. I might have been the only one with my eyes on him, but I'd always known that the sight of David would make me cry.
Then Mr. and Mrs. David and Marisa Block were announced for the first time. We partied. I drank a Malibu (Shirley Temple mixed with a Malibu Roman Coke, I'm thinking it should be called a Shirley Temple Black). that was very hard because the bartender thought I was a sissy for not drinking anything else but a few Shirley Temples. Excuse me for having to drive. I saw my cousin get completely hammered on 10 beers, 4 glasses of champagne and half of my Malibu.
I had a great time. I fell asleep at 10pm last night with Adrien after he gave me a massage to my right hand, the hand I write with. Works out wonderfully considering I think I have about 10 years worth of tension in that hand.
I led Adrien to the road to get him home this morning. I miss him already. If you knew him, you'd miss him too.
I've gotta get running. The new Block's are coming here in a few minutes.
