A long, emotional, tremendous weekend (pt. 1)
Partial post follows, regarding Dana & Joe’s wedding… rereading I recognize the triteness and my need to revisit the novellas…
I’ve been plagued by cliché-block this weekend. Every time I had a pen in my hand my brain froze up and everything sounded trite.
Sorry Dana and Joe, my abilities left me momentarily so I left everything short and stupid and devoid of any emotion. I owe you a proper card.
I had a busy week, rushing around to complete my work, doing my usual research, prepping for a few meetings, finding new clothes, buying a new suit. It was strenuous. I left early Friday to do some more running around, check into the hotel.
I became shy again.
We went to the rehearsal, I meeting Nicole at the train station after having checking into the hotel. Only two bags made it to the room, the rest remaining in the hatch. We rushed to the church and arrived just at the allotted time. I was in a sea of strangers. I was in a sea of stranges and I stiffened up.
Dana’s mother was there, she recognized me from across the room. Or she recognized Nicole and put the two together. Nearly a decade has passed since we had last spoken. She hugged the two of us, chatted for a bit.
We stood back, watched the intricacies of interaction of those involved.
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