The ceremony took place in a church, and the pastor was also the bride’s father. As he droned on and on, all I could think of is that priest from The Princess Bride, “Mawage is wot bwings us togeder today”. I know that might sound terrible, but I was still young, and that’s also pretty funny.
The reception was held in a small community hall in the next town. Usually this hall is used for dance classes, children’s concerts, and Bingo, so I was shocked when I walked in and could barely recognize the place. The ceiling was completely covered in millions of fairy lights, it was as if the sky outside had come in to dance with us for just one night.
And dance we did. You see, there was this boy, a very cute boy. I had never met Patrick before today, but I figured, what could go wrong? So my best friend and I devised a plan on how to corner him. But just as we were going to implement our ridiculously complicated plan, Patrick came up to us. Patrick and I danced together for one and a half amazing songs. I still remember the lights above us, his hands on my waist, and my brown dress. Which I had gotten specially for the occasion. However, looking back, what a horrible dress it was, I was basically wearing a poop emoji costume. Let’s leave that dress in the 2000’s.
The next morning, we were invited over to the bride’s mother’s house for a little garden party of wedding leftovers, and gift opening. I remember being impressed by the outfits at this midday gathering, and then the newlyweds walked out, and all eyes were fixed on them. They looked like they had just stepped out of a Philadelphia commercial. They were dressed head to toe in white, and seemed to have this angelic glow about them. I remember thinking how weird it was that we all knew what they had gotten up to last night, and that maybe wearing white was a little inaccurate. But at the same time, I couldn’t wait to be just like them. I wanted to walk into a room with all eyes on me, sans that horrible brown dress.
Just A Small Town Girl 