I got up on Cosmopolitans and Grey Goose, and taking Tequila shots with the father of the groom. Holding my friends close as the families made speeches. Dancing all night to Sean Paul and Missy Elliot, putting my hands on Lucy’s hips and teaching her how to move her ass. Shannon already knew.
Feeling so high in the cab back home, Taylor’s head wrapped in a jacket, resting on my shoulder.
I was wearing a Givenchy tie and the black suit my parents bought me for job interviews. We all looked so beautiful. Merit with her hair down, Matt standing so tall in his bow tie and suspenders. I remember hugging those guys all night. I remember putting my arm around Tracy as Ken Bernamoff was giving his daughter away. I was imagining Tracy’s wedding, someday, to that boy I love.
I remember taking the cab home, watching the traffic cones blur into infinity. I remember walking drunk-ass Taylor up the stairs, and sitting myself down on the way out. I was 20 stairs up, watching the occasional car hum down St. Hubert. The night was chill and my wool jacket hung warm over my shoulders. Looking at a photo of a beautiful girl. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Her lips are like flower petals. Her eyes open like clouds. Thinking about her so much it makes my head spin. Thinking about her so much it makes my heart open. Which…. scares the shit out of me. Wedding are like funerals in that you’re like, shit, who’s next?
I love my friends. I love weddings. I have to go to work tomorrow.