Gang of Mine (Part III)

[barmaidblog]

In my dream, I'm standing in the middle of a dance floor in a poofy, hideous bridesmaid's dress, and the only other person there with me is the six year old flower girl, because we're the only single females left in the room.
Around the edges of the dance floor among the assembled wedding guests, I recognize a lot of the women from the last several

Comments

[anonymous]

glad to hear you decided to attend the wedding afterall, im sure it meant so much more to Dara than you realize

[janusfiles]

It sounds pretty bad if you can't take out even one 6-year-old flower girl. :)

[omeganaught]

Re feeling lonely: remember, nasty lingering gender stereotypes still exist in our society, and you too can exploit them! Physics and Comp.Sci departments are virtually all male, while nursing and education remain extremely female-heavy. Enroll in the department with a glut of your preferred gender today, and watch the phone ring itself to bits :P

[dokai]

I'm glad you went, and I'm sure you were beautiful!

[cozmik_faerie]

Glad it was all okay, I hope you enjoyed Dara's wedding.

[tenwii]

Wow, dreams man.

Ugh I hate that bouquet thing -- people can be so pushy about making you stand there, even if you don't want to, as though it will destroy the possibility of that marriage being successful. I refused to toss mine in my wedding and gave everyone flowers instead! Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself and there wasn't a rumble on the floor over the flowers. 6 year olds are sneaky -- :).

[anonymous]

I was about to delete the bookmark I made for this blog when I thought I'd check it one last time. To my surprise you'd come back, and gone away again, and come back again. I read all the new entries in one fell swoop, and then, on a hunch, a few of the old ones.

You're a better writer than you were before. There's a power, an emotion to your writing that is stronger. The descriptions of your dual spiral with Jenny are spare, no extra words, but every word that is there is aching lovely. The tribute to your father and the description of grief are oh so familiar but never fall into cliche.

I don't know if you're still writing fiction, but your voice is stronger than it ever was. I think it'd be a wonderful thing to read.