Sunday, May 25, 2008

All things considered

Yes, I cringed at the flat images reflecting back in the digital screen of my stomach in a celery green satin fitted dress.

No, I didn't dance (by sheer timing and bad luck missed the traditional group sway), or hit on a cute groomsman, cuter yet in a tux.

Yes, the scent of romance and cloud of youth (given the average age of the bridal party – sans mine – came in at 24ish), too much champagne, estrangement and empty house awaiting set me sobbing after. Knew it would. It's hard out here for a pimp.

No, I didn't keep the casual first dinner date/hook up (depending on the definition) we'd planned that night. I was a bit too drunk, my ego and esteem a bit too bruised and emotions running too amuck.

Yes, he called, even went to the restaurant in the hopes I would have too because, in his words, "even a chance at dinner with you was worth driving for."

No, I wasn't expecting a polite phone call from still distant family this morning thanking me for the help.

Yes, I let the machine picked it up.

No response to the teary, pining message left on the cell phone of my past Friday night.

Yes, I regret making it.

No, no, it really was a lovely day overall.

4 comments:

Ole Blue The Heretic said...

tWICE YOUR AGE? never dated a woman over 30. But hey I am a drunk used to be

Miz UV said...

Seriously, you look like one of their peers. But I do understand what you mean. I got dressed all nice for Sat night, and put on a bunch of makeup, which I don't often do -- and it ended up making me look older, both in the mirror and in photos. Either I don't know how to do it right, or I just look better plainer. In any case, I don't like any of the pics enough to post one. Maybe my shoes.

JodieKash said...

Blue...you should expand that age requirement. Many of us use the good products, and we make bank ;)

Miz...Genes and staying out of the sun. Thing is, I FELT sexy in the dress and my heels but when yards of shiny material is reflected back in flash, curves become great expanses. Maybe someone else caught a flattering angle. Oh, and I managed to dribble red down the front before afternoons end.

/brandon\ said...

i did up a wedding, too! but it was a hipster, portland style wedding, so the only crying was the dogs and the children. i didn't dance either, but that was because my ankle exploded the day before.

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