It's like this.

You get all dolled up. You go to a fabulous restaurant, eat and drink with old friends, and celebrate two of your favorite people. Maybe you cry a lot, because that's what you do when you’re happy. Then you go to a bar and take pictures of the bride-to-be picking up a straw with her boobs. When you get home, you cry again for reasons you don’t completely understand. You only know that something big is about to happen, and some part of your childhood is about to end.



The next day, you practice your reading, you write your speech. You are nervous because you want so badly to be good. You sneak inside the venue to see the bride, who is beautiful and utterly herself, and the groom who is pacing nervously along a runway of sunlight. And then it all happens - vows, readings, candles, blessings, glasses breaking. They are married and their life is about to begin.



You give your speech, hands shaking. You say a fraction of what is in your heart. There is some growling later, but mostly there is dancing – wild, brazen, down-and-dirty dancing, and you love to dance. You go home feeling tired and happy and relieved.

But the next day is like the day after Christmas. The fun is over. You feel tired and slightly deflated, and your body has betrayed you. You have a raging cold and terrible cramps, and not even blogging makes you feel better. So you don’t blog.

You feel lonely for your friend, who is now officially on honeymoon. Except that she’s not - because she calls you from an airport hotel in New Jersey to tell you that they missed their flight to Mexico but are really excited to eat carbs at the hotel Pizza Hut. Somehow this is funny to both of you, and you spend several minutes gushing and gossiping about the wedding.

After the call, you feel better and more at peace. Because nothing really important actually happens until you discuss, analyze and evaluate it on the phone with the friend you love.




P.S. Apologies if my blog has been difficult or impossible to access recently. I've taken it in for a check-up. I think it has cooties.



All images from Tatielle and Lolita.