July 26, 2008

• Another wedding, this time my stock buddy’s.  I had the same perfect outfit on, thank goodness.  It gives me confidence in strange social situations to feel good about my outfit.  That can backfire on you, though, the confidence. 

  I should have been content to sit with his bride’s people.  To the left of me was the 97-year-old mother and I didn’t stick around long enough to get acquainted with the people on my right.  When the music started I moved my chair over to the vine-covered arbor to be in the shade.  I was sitting on a dance floor fashioned from stone and mortar.  That’s where I met the people he does the “review” with.  I know I spelled it wrong.  Anybody know how?

  The band was really good, especially the clarinet player.  Even though his looks repulsed me I fell into his trance.  And he was good enough that I knew he could play everything.  This was big-band music, like my stock buddy likes, but I approached the handlebar mustache and asked for the blues with lots of clarinet.

  I had two women on either side of me who wanted to know how I was acquainted since I knew all about them.  I explained.  After people started eating  I decided to pay a visit to the groom’s table.  His sister and brother-in-law, who I always wanted to meet, as he is semi-famous around these parts and she buys stocks I wouldn’t have the nerve to, had an empty chair between them so I took it. 

  He is full of himself and looks like he drinks too much.  He would be pompous except that he is bright and funny.  She is very sharp and thinks for herself.  I found her open, friendly, and quite confident.  Maybe a little on the cold side, polar opposites from her brother.  She introduced me around the table and I could see everyone knew who I was. 

  I went to get in line for food as the toasts got underway.  That’s when his other sister, who had just met me, gets up and tells a story about how he was dating two women at the same time and she advised him to dump the one who traded stocks.  According to the woman I’d just met under the arbor, my face registered disbelief.  No wonder his bride won’t let him talk to me.  She thinks we were dating.

  I don’t know if you remember his bumbling ways, his almost vacant memory, and the strange speech pattern, but the fact that he is married and I am the loser he dumped…  Life is perplexing.

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