Indiana: Mrs. Anapolis’s Wedding

I have been on a vacation week from work, because when I come home even though I get to see all my loved ones again I sometimes feel as if I am the baby in the bible where both mothers are pulling me in two different directions, neither willing to give up their half so the baby can live. Today is no exception. I woke up at Ms. Ivy Leagues house and managed to get my shit together and jump into the car only 45 minutes behind schedule. Normally I would be really proud that I managed to get up and out the door. But being this late makes the two hour drive to a wedding I have to get to on time pretty tight. So as I race across the state in my rented car, with curlers in my hair, attempting to put on makeup, talking on the phone, and going 30 miles over the speed limit because it is an empty flat road to no where I of course get pulled over. I did not even try to work my way out of the ticket like I normally would, that would take eye batting, and flirting, and time and since only half my makeup is done and I have curlers in my hair I am totally not going to get out of this one and I know it. At least he only wrote me a ticket for 10 over and left the makeup putting on and the cell phone talking out of the equation. As I pulled off the side of the curb I resisted the urge to sick my butt out of the car and moon the kindly policeman for his time and raced again, adept a little slower, to the church.
I got to the wedding on time and the ceremony was so beautiful and totally her. She was giggly, happy, and bouncy so much that you could not help but feel the infectious mood cover the crowded church. After I found my parents and headed off to the reception I briefly wondered what the HELL I was going to do all night. I did not have a date; my parents are social butterflies and would be swooping across the crowded room talking to all the relatives that they had not seen in OH SO LONG. I sat in the corner with my parents and I could not help but feel like I was a lost little puppy. As I considered drowning myself in a substantial amount of vodka I saw her, a redhead about my age, dateless and wildly also searching the room for an escape. I realized a kindred spirit in that moment and rushed to her side. We stayed next to each other with me practically sitting in her lap, sipping wine and talking about our lives. I found out that she was a college friend of the brides, that she was a nurse newly married, that we both liked long walks on the beach and jazz bars. We had so much fun at the wedding that instead of going home to the bride’s house, which was the original plan, and because I knew her house was going to be crowded, I accepted my new friends invitation to sleep at her house in her guest room. I give my parents credit for not being too shocked that their newly engaged daughter had picked up a girl at the wedding and was going home with her at the end of the night. That is just the way I roll. I just wish she lived closer because I could completely see her fitting nicely in my life.