there will be no bouquet to dodge, there will be no taffeta or satin puddles around my ankles, there will be nary a bobbie pin nor curl in my hair. tonia’s getting married, and i am wearing a black cocktail dress with strappy shoes and dark red toenail polish.
and this is why i love her so.
the wedding is friday afternoon. tomorrow is the rehearsal dinner. tonight i should be getting beauty rest but, well, i’m here.
and i am wondering what i am going to say when they hand me the microphone at the reception and i am remembering all the really good and really bad times we’ve shared in the past four years and i just know i am going to cry, because some things, unfortunately, don’t change.