The Wedding

Desperado, The Eagles

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The events leading up to this wedding were somewhat unpredictable. I couldn't help but wonder if yesterday was truly happening while I was in it. In the morning, while rushing around between getting suits and getting belts and getting haircuts, I got pulled over. The cop was nice enough, and helped me out a bit. He didn't give me a ticket for speeding, though I was going 51 in a 35, but he did give me a ticket for my inspection, which was about five months overdue. He told me to get that taken care of, and then I might get the ticket waved. Who knows, though, I'm a bit apprehensive about going in for it today (I got it fixed yesterday)... I just want to relax before tonight.

The wedding was .... strange, as well. I wasn't the best man. It wasn't something that surprised me. I had often wondered who would be the best man at my brother's wedding. To be honest, we never got along well enough to do that sort of thing. I had recently decided, however, that he would have been mine, should that event ever occur (and on that note, I've quite a lot of thought, but I'll save it for another time). It wasn't long after I had made that decision that he came to me and told me I wasn't the best man. Andrew, his best friend from high school was. Again, it doesn't matter much to me, but...

From the moment it began, I felt as though we were building a wall around us. The pressure inside the self-made chamber increased my awareness of the events unfolding around me ten-fold. It felt unreal; it felt... awkward. The hundred pairs of eyes watching everything happening at the front of the long, skinny room only added to the surreality of it all, and though I've said it before, I wasn't sure it was happening...

It was a usual wedding. Everyone had the big-day nerves: The bride rushed down the isle while trying to obey her father's commands to go slowly -- he, on the other hand kept shoving a hand in his pocket to sop up the tears already flowing down his cheeks and fogging his glasses. The groom and the bride both stuttered a bit on their vows, but gave it the old Devon try. The whole while, standing up there -- which, while I'm sure it took some time, felt like it breezed by -- I felt as though I stood in a doorway, eternally suspended between one room and another, only this latter one was the entirety of the world outside. I couldn't move my spirit through it faster than it was already moving, and the heaviness of the situation weighed down on me as I avoided looking at my parents and only managed to stare emptily at Michelle.

Though the whole ordeal (in as much as it can be called such a thing) is over with now, my thoughts and feelings are squandered on unimportant notes like the weather, and what time I work tonight and tomorrow. I can't help but think of other things, because my mind is tired from all the questions running through my head... I can't say more on the subject; it's not my day to ruin -- it's theirs, and I know that they are happy with it and how it went. I think it's nice for them to finally be together the way they have both wanted for quite some time. I believe... I hope things will turn out alright in the end. For them... for everyone. I suppose that is what Faith is; but I can't help but wonder how things will work out for us all on its way to the end...