The Wedding

The wedding took place last Friday, the 7th. I had taken the day off thinking the service would be early on in the day; only to find out that it was at 4:30 in the afternoon. Oh well, at least I got the day off. I slept in, as per my usual. I got up, made some breakfast, ran some errands, dropped some of M’s things at her place, the usual shit. I was messing around on the computer when I caught notice of the time – 3:30! I jumped in the shower and got ready in record time. I hopped a cab and made my way to the hotel. Of course, I got stuck in rush hour traffic and was sure that I’d be late for the ceremony. My boy called and let me know he was on his way and he’d meet up with me there. I finally got to the hotel, minutes before 4:30. I made my way around trying to find where the service would be taking place. One of the hotel staff guided me to where it was and I as I was making my way down the hall – who comes out of the elevator? My boy! He looked so good, clean shaven, in a suit, hair all gelled into place. He’s such a hottie. We made idle chat with the groom and the ushers and made our way to our seats. My boy loved my hair, kept going on about how it suits me short.

For some reason, the service didn’t start until 5. The bride and her mom were both in tears as they walked down the aisle. It was beautiful and sad at the same time. The service itself was pretty short. Or maybe it seemed that way because I’m used to the long, drawn-out religious European ceremonies. It was a simple service, just a minister, nothing much extra. We blew bubbles as the newlyweds made their way up the aisle.

The family and bridal party then went for pictures and the rest of the guests went to a lounge area for cocktails. I joked around with some of the women that I had met at the shower. One of the grandmother’s got a hold of me and dragged me over to meet her other son & grandchildren. One of the grand kids the grandson she wanted to me to hook up with. Well, said grandson looked to be about 12 (even though he was probably 23 or so.) And lets not forget the most important part – he has a penis. I made a few funny comments and then parted away from the family to go back to my date.

I spent some time talking to my boy; he’s met someone new, some guy from the gym. He’s lonely though, he’s tired of the flings and random fucking. He wants to settle down, get serious with someone. I still think he and his ex are going to get back together, they’re just too damn perfect for each other.

We eventually made our way to our tables and dinner started. We were seated at the table of what I called the ‘misfits.’ We were all the people who weren’t family and weren’t long time friends. Besides me and my boy, the seating was made up of people who were dating ushers or who worked briefly with the couple. Our table was right beside the family of the grandson I was hoped to hooked up with.

During a break in the meal, my boy and I talked to the grandmother and she went on about having lost her husband, two weeks before their 50th wedding anniversary. She went on about how they used to waltz and he’d sing to her. Her eyes filled up with tears. Later on that night, I danced with her and she asked that I sing to her, like her husband used to do. When the song was over, she said, “thank you for entertaining an old woman.”

Once dinner was over, my boy and I hit the dance floor. For one strange reason, the DJ played a country song. The dance floor cleared but of course, I had to stay on and improvise my country moves. One of the cousins (from the states) got on the dance floor and put on a show of her own with her moves. The rest of the night was pretty fun, I spent most of it either on the dance floor or at the bar. At about 12:30 or so, I made my way back to my table to get my drink (or my shoes, I forget which) and the grandson comes around to where I’m standing. I thought he was going to ask me to dance. Instead, he goes on to tell me a story about his partner back at work being gay and covering for him. He could tell by the look on my face that I was confused (and drunk.) And he says, “Oh, I’m sorry, did I get that one wrong?” I reply, “what wrong?” He replies, “Are you not a lesbian?” At which point I throw my hands up in the air and say (rather loudly) “hell yeah I am!!” He continued talking and I get taking swigs at my drink so I don’t recall what he said. All I know is he went to the bar to get another drink and I hit the dance floor. I thought that whole exchange was damn funny. Looking back now, he must have heard my boy and I talking. We kept talking about shit like my wanting to get the lesbian symbol (the labrys) tattoo etc etc.

Not long after that, folks started to clear out. My boy left and the music was getting lamer so I said my good-nights. I felt pretty empty leaving. Kinda of like a hollow feeling of being on the outside looking in. I know I’ll never have that, I’ll never have a wedding day, or my family saying speeches about me and my partner and I’ll never get my family and friends under one roof to celebrate with me. Not that I want a wedding, but I just know that I’ll never have my family’s acknowledgement of the person I’m with.