Amber, On Weddings, Take 2

Prologue: the Pollack family, minus Dad, went to the mall, where I imagined the perfect shirt for myself to wear to today's wedding, and then miraculously I found that exact shirt five minutes later. Perfect in every detail. Wow. I bet you're impressed now.

Yeah

I've been in another funk, and I absolutely hate it. I don't even know why I am. It sucks. I am such a broken thing, and I keep forgetting that.

Today's wedding was MUCH better. It was prettier, "with more polish" Mom described. The decorations were nicer, the reception was, by far, better thought out. The music, while still canned, was much more fun. My brother, mister stick-in-the-mud man, caught the garter and actually danced for a long period of time. I was amazed. We had a good time. I already caught the bouquet a looong time ago, so I placed myself behind alot of tall girls and just acted as filler for the photographs.

Still, I reiterate the need for good live music. The nicest thing was a little flyer at each table with the story of how the bride and groom met, how he proposed, and short bio's on the wedding party. Nice touch. *sigh* but I think I'm done with weddings for awhile. They are frustrating events, what with their lectures on true love during the ceremonies where I sit and think about how I used to feel that way.

yeah.

Oh, it's not like I don't completely anymore. But like I said, today i'm bummed, and I can feel the fault lines in my little ticker. I hate this. And that one dream I had a long while back exemplified my fear that I'll never get better. That's scarier than my new book of Stephen King short stories, "Everything's Eventual" by far. By far.