Wedding Day Blues

 

Your father’s got a migraine.

He’s been throwing up all night.

Thanks, Mom, for just one more headache.

 

Can I borrow your makeup?

I need to go to Wal-Mart.

Why so early?

I need help getting there.

I need new sandals.

I’ve got fruit juice all over my dress!

I’ve got to go get the kids dressed.

Great, Emily. Wonderful sister, you are.

 

Meanwhile,

My dress has a snag,

And these shoes hurt!

 

Mom!

I need help!

Is my kilt skirt on right?

I can’t get my sporran on.

I love my stepdaughter,

But I don’t need more problems,

Not today.

 

Hurry up!

We’ve got to get going!

Have you got the permit?

Yes, darling, calm down.

We’ll get there on time.

 

Do you need help?

Where do you want this?

Where’s the cake going?

What can I do?

Thank God for my photographer,

Who is willing to help,

And working for free, today,

Along with her husband,

The minister.

 

It’s about time I got some help.

Weddings are a pain.

Why didn’t we elope?

Good.

The  families are here.

Everyone’s ready.

 

Get away from there!

You are wearing white!

Sometimes I just want to

Tell my cousin to

Shut up,

But I don’t.

I just explain to her.

 

This is where the procession starts.

Right here by the caves,

Where we handfasted

A year and a day ago.

 

Can we get going?

Wait for the music, Dad.

“Across the Stars”

Is our processional.

 

The flower girl shouldn’t go.

Not yet.

Just in front of the bride.

Where are the plates?

Why isn’t anything covered?

Too many flies.

Too hot.

You didn’t prepare.

You didn’t plan well enough.

My grandmother, too,

I want to tell

To just shut up.

She didn’t pay

For this, my dream.

We paid for it,

My fiancé and I,

With a little help

From his parents,

To buy the cake,

And reserve the park.

 

God, these heels hurt.

The things I do for love.

For him.

The loving cup.

The Anam Cara.

Soul Friend.

The tartan pinning.

We are one now.

 

A brief reception.

On to the Cathedral,

To the little chapel.

The priest blesses us

And our marriage

In the eyes of the Church,

While I stand barefoot.