Gina Taylor got married. Gina Taylor got married.
I think everyone on the bride's side is a little shocked that it happened. We all showed up, but that doesn't mean that we fully believed the wedding would go without an objection, or one of them getting cold feet, or just...something Gina Taylorish. I wasn't all that worried until I found her in the guest room, but I think I was too busy thinking about other things before that. On the plane ride I was worried about not dying. At the dress fitting I only cared about getting it to fit me the way I wanted it to. During the time I spent with Sam, I cared about spending time with Sam. Gina freaking out never occured to me until I realized I should check on her, but now its over.
The important thing is that she did it, and she looks happy. They both do.
Seeing them makes me wonder why I'm so afraid of us making that committment. Someday, Sam is going to want the same for us. I know he will. He'll see it as a step forward and want to go for it. I'll be concerned with what it could do to us if it didn't work out. Sam is the guy I want to be with for the rest of my life. I know that. I admit that to anyone who will listen--which is why Daphne is so miserable with me tonight-and I'm completely happy with our life together. But I have a tendency to screw things up, and that doesn't work with marriage. When people fight, or go on 'breaks', or split up, there's always a chance that they'll get back together. Married couples get divorced, and that's the end of that. I guess I figure I'd lose my 'get out of jail with minimal damage and work it the hell out' card if something went wrong and we were husband and wife.
Plus, I already did the wedding thing. I wanted to kill myself by the time I was done planning it. And I don't see why people need to make vows to prove their committment to each other. Sure, its romantic when your friends do it, but when its you and you've already made that leap, the last thing you need is to stress yourself out trying to please over people.
Yeah. I hope we don't have to talk about this for a long time.
I gave Sam a kiss and took his arm, walking into the hall with him. Gina went all out, the place looks great. Very festive. And seeing Daphne in that shade of orange is pretty priceless.
Thank god my dress is hot.
I found our seating card, confirming that we were with Gina and Dylan and the rest of the bridal party, and rolled my eyes at the name on it, handing it Sam so that he could see what I was getting annoyed with.
Come on, we're not ready yet!
I walked over to the table and sat down in my seat, taking a minute to relax. Its been a good day, but a long one. Now its going to get even longer, because everyone here is going to be drunk off of his or her ass by the end of the night, with the exception of me and Sam, of course.
And I'm betting our lack of a marriage certificate is going to get us a few more comments by the end of the night, but whatever. We're happy and we have a beautiful, healthy daughter. That's really all anyone could ask for. So if Daphne says one word about it, I may have to throw her into the cake. I think Gina would forgive me.
I wonder if she's changing her name. I could make fun of her for that.
...Why is the DJ playing Another One Bites The Dust?
What's next, Thriller?
The important thing is that she did it, and she looks happy. They both do.
Seeing them makes me wonder why I'm so afraid of us making that committment. Someday, Sam is going to want the same for us. I know he will. He'll see it as a step forward and want to go for it. I'll be concerned with what it could do to us if it didn't work out. Sam is the guy I want to be with for the rest of my life. I know that. I admit that to anyone who will listen--which is why Daphne is so miserable with me tonight-and I'm completely happy with our life together. But I have a tendency to screw things up, and that doesn't work with marriage. When people fight, or go on 'breaks', or split up, there's always a chance that they'll get back together. Married couples get divorced, and that's the end of that. I guess I figure I'd lose my 'get out of jail with minimal damage and work it the hell out' card if something went wrong and we were husband and wife.
Plus, I already did the wedding thing. I wanted to kill myself by the time I was done planning it. And I don't see why people need to make vows to prove their committment to each other. Sure, its romantic when your friends do it, but when its you and you've already made that leap, the last thing you need is to stress yourself out trying to please over people.
Yeah. I hope we don't have to talk about this for a long time.
I gave Sam a kiss and took his arm, walking into the hall with him. Gina went all out, the place looks great. Very festive. And seeing Daphne in that shade of orange is pretty priceless.
Thank god my dress is hot.
I found our seating card, confirming that we were with Gina and Dylan and the rest of the bridal party, and rolled my eyes at the name on it, handing it Sam so that he could see what I was getting annoyed with.
Come on, we're not ready yet!
I walked over to the table and sat down in my seat, taking a minute to relax. Its been a good day, but a long one. Now its going to get even longer, because everyone here is going to be drunk off of his or her ass by the end of the night, with the exception of me and Sam, of course.
And I'm betting our lack of a marriage certificate is going to get us a few more comments by the end of the night, but whatever. We're happy and we have a beautiful, healthy daughter. That's really all anyone could ask for. So if Daphne says one word about it, I may have to throw her into the cake. I think Gina would forgive me.
I wonder if she's changing her name. I could make fun of her for that.
...Why is the DJ playing Another One Bites The Dust?
What's next, Thriller?