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2001-10-29 || 11:58 a.m. || wednesday is not wedding day. yesterday was. || pssshhhhhhhhhhh. i am at home. meow meow is biting the inside of my arm as i write (um. ow.) and hello, passions is on. and it's supposed to rain a bit later. and i'm thinkin about getting a burrito. the work ladies are under the impression my flight from l.a. was horribly delayed. they are clucking their tongues and nodding their heads in my cubicle's direction. 'the poor girl's still stuck in los angeles,' they are saying. 'i bet she didn't get any sleep, what with the wedding last night and all.' and 'she called in this morning saying she would be in at lunch time, but i just told her to take the day off, poor thing,' and they are lighting candles and holding an emergency potluck in my delayed airport-harried honor. so now i am feeling a bit of the calling in sick but not really sick guilt feeling. but passions is on, man. (elka: so sheridan still doesn't have her memory, answers to the name diana, and is under the impression that luis is dead. julian crane is about to get married to the cheesy lady with the long hair and big boobs and she's carryin a gun under her wedding dress.) the wedding. it felt like we were little kids dressed up in grown-ups' clothes. tuxedos and coordinating ties and high heels and taffeta gowns. sneaking outside for smoke breaks and jeff falling down the stairs. charity teaching everyone how to smurf on the dance floor. being convinced the waitstaff was on coke. bad bad dj who informed us it was a southern california tradition to play 'we are family.' i kept saying 'but this is their wedding.' it just all felt very surreal. down to the guitar-playing miniature bride and groom figures on the cake. my friends are getting married. hmm. this is not such a wild occurrence anymore. and it didn't really really strike me until the drive home alone. thinking of something charity said about our respective past relationships and how you'd think we'd be in that place up there on the dance floor, feeling awkward and dancing our first dance as everyone watches and photographers snap picture after picture of us kissing. i was picking out what music would be played (beat happening and johnny cash and velvet underground.) and what we would look like facing all of our guests. holding hands and blushing and looking uncomfortable in our formal clothes. kids dressed up in grown-ups' clothes but somehow different. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |