In the words of the flower girl: “I’m so happy right now, I don’t know how to make myself frown.”
The wedding took place on a hill overlooking a beautiful lake and sprawling prairie. The weather was absolutely perfect. Absolutely perfect, that is, except for the five solid minutes of downpour which occurred in the middle of the ceremony.
We all rushed to take cover under some bleachers, laughing and splashing and covering our heads. I suspect that most other brides would have been in tears, but Jennifer just laughed and laughed.
The rain passed and, when it did, the sky was blue again.
My coworkers apparently like to school me on Life. The following conversation took place this evening during a conversation about the significant others of our coworkers:
Coworker. So, who are you dating, Laurie?
Me. Who am I dating? I’m not dating anyone.
(pause, confused face)
Coworker. Why not?
I suppose that’s a reasonable question, but it surprises me how often people assume that I’m single of my own volition. I mean, I guess it technically is by choice. There are people I could date if I don’t mind dating someone I’m not attracted to and with whom I don’t have much in common.
But on the rare occasion that I meet someone who interests me? He’s (a) married, (b) gay, or (c) not interested in me for some completely bizarre reason that– let’s be honest here– can only refer us back to (b).
Although I do feel compelled to tell you that one of my favorite crushes totally kissed me last night and it was pretty adorable. But don’t get too excited– he’s moving across the country in (t) minus 3 days and we wouldn’t actually date each other anyway, so… nunnery, please. Also, he has the link to this blog as of this afternoon, so… hi, if you’re reading this? Awkward?
I’m having semi-intense issues re: life, these days. Senseless tragedy + working too much – having means/plans/etc. Crying too much, sleeping too little. Working on it. The rain passes and, when it does, the sky is blue again.