It's OVER

June 10, 2001 | 05:49 PM

It's weird that I haven't been on the computer for four days. Hmm... where do I start? I have so much to say. More wedding crap, more other crap, etc. Okay, let's get the boring stuff out of the way first. This will be pretty long.

Hectic is a good word to describe the last few days. My mom was going crazy trying to get everything done for the wedding. I got my shoes the night before. I finished the 'Just Married' sign at 3 am on the big day. I got up three hours later. I put on that green thing they call a dress. Put on my evil silver strappy heels that almost killed me that day. Makeup, hair, all that boring stuff. My hair is so long that if I curl it, the weight of it pulls it straight again. Someday I will chop chop chop it off. And dye it a nice beautiful blue. Yes.

Anyway, we were late to the church because my sister wasn't ready. A limo bus picked up the bridal party and the guys... posh. Pictures, lots of them. The photographer didn't know what he was doing and took damn near forever. I was nervous going down that aisle... I thought I was going to trip and fall, landing on my ass for everyone to remember forever. I made it though, barely.

The reception was loud, raucous, fun... I danced. My brother and his new wife looked beautiful. People got drunk... I mean, this was a Croatian-Irish wedding we're talking about here. One of my brother's inebriated friends fell on me. I got over the bridesmaid's-dress-hating-thing pretty early on. I still would rather have been wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, but no such luck. The band was good. so was dinner. Stephanie left really early. My cousins stayed late. A day later, everyone is talking. It was good.

My macho brother and his friends cried. It was funny, but it was not the best part of the night. The best was seeing so many people that I knew as a child, that I haven't seen in years. I met my godfather for the first time since I was a baby. He gave me a $100 bill and said he missed seeing me. My uncles made the trip from Europe, one of whom I had not met yet. And a friend from Canada stopped here too. I think he was my favorite out of town visitor. I haven't seen Tony in about a decade or so. I remember the days when he and my brother would put their devious little minds together and torment me as a kid. Well, okay, maybe not torment... but I was the 'little sister' --and you know how that goes. He's changed. A lot. I mean, really a lot. But then again, so have I.

After the band played the last song, the few party-goers that were left started to trickle out. There was boyfriend drama playing out with a friend of mine. After a while, Sarah took me to her house. We picked up Tony too, because we were bored out of our minds. I think that's when it hit me how different he is from the boy I remember. We chatted about stuff... music, theology, work-related stories. When it came to the God question, I kind of lost my tongue. I have no idea how to explain something that I can't prove to anyone but myself. I tried using a hypothetical example... it came out wrong. I've come to the conclusion that if I can't articulate my thoughts about that subject, I won't say anything at all. Art, politics, and sex are much easier topics at three in the morning anyway. Maybe I'll go put my 'God' thoughts down on paper.

I finally hit the pillow at about 4:30. By the time I woke up and headed to the day-after party, Tony left. The party is still going on outside. I can hear my aunt's voice in the background, looking for my cousin. Bro and new sis-in-law just took off. They're heading for the honeymoon tomorrow. I hope they have fun. I'm so happy for the both of them. They really are the perfect match.

So that was my weekend. The wedding is done with... finally! I can now go back to my life of low wages and meaningless art projects. This is the good life.

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