This is what each friend tells me. Such enthusiasm. Such great friends. Such caring. I’ll tell them every detail after the weekend. They’ll be spellbound when I describe how the couple arrived at the reception.
As with most special events, although the planning goes on endlessly, the actual event seems to last about twenty-five minutes in real time.
After it was over I asked myself, Who did I speak to? Did I remember to see everyone? Did I miss any of the hors d’oeuvres?”
Monday morning I meet my friends at our “Politics Against Politicians” meeting, knowing how much they’re looking forward to hearing about every aspect of the wedding.
I hope I remember everything. They’ll want to know all the details. When I arrived three of them were already seated, but the meeting had not yet begun.
“Oh, yes, chimed in Sabrina, we want to hear all about it.”
“Tell us everything,” added Diane. “It was a beautiful wedding, I began. The weather was perfect, and the…”
“Oh, I can just imagine, interrupted Diane. When my sister got married last May it was a picture perfect day.”
“You’re so lucky, re-chimed Sabrina, Our wedding took place on the rainiest day of the century. We could have hired gondolas to help people get there.”
Before I could get another word into their wedding memories Margo abruptly changed the theme of our discussion.
“I’ve been wanting to ask you whether you heard last week’s debate. I thought it was repetitious. Nobody made a point we haven’t heard before.I am getting discouraged.”
I’m the one who is getting discouraged. They all dismissed my wedding stories after I said; wait a minute; what did they give me a chance to say?
My feelings might have been hurt a little, but all is not lost. I’ll have another chance. Just wait until I tell them about my upcoming Safari to Botswana.
They will be so fascinated to hear about it.