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Bonner’s Wedding

Tomorrow I’m taking off for Virginia to go to a friend’s wedding.

I hate weddings.

I have been to more than my fair share of disaster weddings where it was abundantly clear to most, if not all of the guests, that this was going to be one of those “starter marriages” where the parties involved learned the importance of non-violent communication, but not how to actually DO it, and then divorced and had better luck with partner #2.

But this wedding is not one of those.  This wedding is one where I know the bride and groom will be life partners. Both of them are older (pushing 40).  Neither of them has been married before. Each of them had totally resigned themselves to being single, and happily so, and then they found each other.

I know the bride, not the groom.  She last visited here 2 autumns ago.  We climbed Gillispie Point on a glorious fall day.  We made and ate great food and drank copious amount of good red wine.  We talked about love and children and friends.  She said she had many friends, lots of neices and nephews to dote on, a new house, a great job and lots of gratitude for all that life had shown and taught her.

She said, “Kath, don’t feel sorry for me!  I’m really happy!”

And I believed her.  Because it was true.

Would she like a life partner to share all this?  “Damn straight!” she said.  Did she think it was going to happen?  “Not likely.”

When she left I thought of all the married people I knew and none of them seemed as together, centered and complete as her.

Then, last year, out of the blue, she met someone.  It’s the guy she’s going to marry on Saturday.

Usually, I don’t go to weddings.  I send the most expensive gift on the registry and opt out of the charade.  Because if I go, I wind up being the snarky bitch in the back practicing advanced eye rolling techniques as the minister says all that  insincere crappola.

But this weekend is going to be different.  I am actually going, for one thing, which is huge, and I will try to find a seat mid to front in the church.  I will beam, and shoot them a double “thumbs up” as they walk down the aisle “man and wife.”

Then I’ll put on my dancin’ shoes and boogaloo at the reception in their honor, because I will be so happy not to be cynical at a wedding, for once.  It will be such a relief to feel hopeful and optimistic and enthusiastic.

I won’t even roll my eyes if the band plays Proud Mary.  I swear.

(“Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river.”)

heh.

That’s how much a sucker I am for a happy ending.

Author:

I’m a small town yoga teacher who says motherfucker a lot. I hate anything woo. I’m into neuroscience. And facts. I’ll lead the chanting of “om” sometimes, but it makes me feel awkward. I want to access flow states. As far as yoga helps me do that, I’m into it. Dopamine is my fave neurotransmitter. Don’t tell anyone I told you this.

6 thoughts on “Bonner’s Wedding

  1. Kathleen:

    Oh, you had me in splits: what a delicious sense of humor. And you are truly a brilliant writer: your sarcasm reminds me of the legendary Mark Twain.

    Bless you heart for making me laugh.

    Your take on marriage is unique and insightful.
    Walking down the aisle is like walking down the plank on the ghost-ship of Blackbeard the Pirate.

    God save the Queen. The British are a coming.

    Boy, am I glad I don’t have to wake up every morning to somebody who wears a mud-pack, screams at me in a high-pitched voice, cries for no reason, and guts me with a high-heeled shoe when I conveniently forget about our anniversary.

    Cheers!

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  2. Damn. Love and snarkiness all in one post. LMAO. Enjoy your time away from the catepillars and giant, loud, residual waste trucks hauling water and icky gas drilling, beauty destroying people.

    I’m gonna practice my eye rolling so I can be in the advance class too! *GRIN*

    XOXO

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  3. HAHAHAHA. You write some mighty fine & fiercely funny fare, my dear! So true too!

    I can think of a couple weddings in recent memory that remind me of this one and all the joy & truth & hopefulness & centeredness surrounding the celebration. What a privilege is was to be a witness to it all! And, yes, there are surely other “celebrations” that do not match that heightened sense of awareness. Indeed. So, when we stumble across “a good one,” it definitely calls for the front row and the thumbs-up and the boogaloo. Hearts & Minds Wide-Open.

    Congratulations to your friends! Cheers! Mazel Tov! Blessings!

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