Love Seeps Through, At Last!
Words abuzz in my head. 2007 budget plan, research, meetings, do I have a 9Am tomorrow? Expenses, investments, here's some revenue...Waiting for people to get back to me, waiting for the subway, waiting for the next big thing. Rushing, running out of breath...Aching feet, running out of breath. I have 20 minutes to get ready. I can squeeze in another slide. My neck feels tight. Must schedule massage appointment.
OK, time to get ready. Take off the PJs, find the dress. Where the hell did I hang it? My mom is right, I have too many clothes. I found the shawl and the bolero. Where is the dress? Never mind, jump into the shower, think where you last saw the brown evening gown while conditioning hair. I am dripping on the hardwood floors. Here it is! Behind the long coat, that's why I didn't see it. Let's get into it. Is it too tight? Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy... ok, it sits fine now on my waist. Tie it in the back. No, untie that ribbon, the necklace is caught in it. 10 minutes left and the car will be here. Rush, rush, rush. Don't make the girl wait downstairs. She is nice enough to give you a ride. Makeup! I need to put on some lipstick. Spray glue on the hair. Eliminate frizz. No chance, it might rain again. Forget hair glue, it will make it stickier.
Phone rings. Don't answer it, you don't have time to chat. Eeek, do I need stockings? Not with those shoes. Where is the other one? I cannot find the other pair. It fell in the back of the shoe cabinet. Reach in but do not scratch the ring. Here we go. I can do anything on my own. Don't need help. Well, maybe some...Is that her honking downstairs? OK, I'm coming down! Where are the keys? Shoot! Ah, they're in my purse. Amazing, I must have planned ahead.
Go down the stairs one by one, careful, don't catch your trail with the heels. Smile and maybe she'll forget about waiting in the car. Pull out the map and offer help to get on the BQE. Drive, drive, drive. Leave the car in the valet's care. Don't worry about the bag left in the car, you can always go back.
Enter reception hall. Sit and wait and talk and walk and say hello and sit and wait and look around. They announced the ceremony. Proceed to the gazebo area. Grab a chair in the sun, you left the bolero in the car. That's the groom walking down the aisle with his parents. Hold your breath, do not cry. They went through so much to get there. You heard all about it, watched it as they went along their journey. There is the bride! She is sobbing. OK, time to whip out the kleenex batch; otherwise makeup will run.
They meet at the altar. They ignore the rabii's caution not to touch each other before getting married. They say words of commitment, pure, raw emotion. And they kiss, with hands cusping each other's face, locking into an eternal figure eight. Ahhh, love...finally.
OK, time to get ready. Take off the PJs, find the dress. Where the hell did I hang it? My mom is right, I have too many clothes. I found the shawl and the bolero. Where is the dress? Never mind, jump into the shower, think where you last saw the brown evening gown while conditioning hair. I am dripping on the hardwood floors. Here it is! Behind the long coat, that's why I didn't see it. Let's get into it. Is it too tight? Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy... ok, it sits fine now on my waist. Tie it in the back. No, untie that ribbon, the necklace is caught in it. 10 minutes left and the car will be here. Rush, rush, rush. Don't make the girl wait downstairs. She is nice enough to give you a ride. Makeup! I need to put on some lipstick. Spray glue on the hair. Eliminate frizz. No chance, it might rain again. Forget hair glue, it will make it stickier.
Phone rings. Don't answer it, you don't have time to chat. Eeek, do I need stockings? Not with those shoes. Where is the other one? I cannot find the other pair. It fell in the back of the shoe cabinet. Reach in but do not scratch the ring. Here we go. I can do anything on my own. Don't need help. Well, maybe some...Is that her honking downstairs? OK, I'm coming down! Where are the keys? Shoot! Ah, they're in my purse. Amazing, I must have planned ahead.
Go down the stairs one by one, careful, don't catch your trail with the heels. Smile and maybe she'll forget about waiting in the car. Pull out the map and offer help to get on the BQE. Drive, drive, drive. Leave the car in the valet's care. Don't worry about the bag left in the car, you can always go back.
Enter reception hall. Sit and wait and talk and walk and say hello and sit and wait and look around. They announced the ceremony. Proceed to the gazebo area. Grab a chair in the sun, you left the bolero in the car. That's the groom walking down the aisle with his parents. Hold your breath, do not cry. They went through so much to get there. You heard all about it, watched it as they went along their journey. There is the bride! She is sobbing. OK, time to whip out the kleenex batch; otherwise makeup will run.
They meet at the altar. They ignore the rabii's caution not to touch each other before getting married. They say words of commitment, pure, raw emotion. And they kiss, with hands cusping each other's face, locking into an eternal figure eight. Ahhh, love...finally.
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