The wedding day started off like shit, literally. Her fucking mother was bitching about the sink clog in the bathroom and I spent half the morning snaking the fucking drain. Guests were showing up and I wasn’t even in my suit yet. Thank Christ for the flask of crown royal I had. A couple of days before my brother made a request for my lasagna and I made it for the wedding day. I made it in his kitchen a few days before believe me I wasn’t touching shit in that kitchen, it looked like it needed the EPA involved. Karen was outside burning all the barbecue and Tammy had her friend Megan as her bridesmaid. Nice girl, I liked her almost off the bat. So they were doing the girly thing and I met the preacher. A biker named 8o proof. Well fuck it, we wanted it short and sweet, not a lot of
bible shit. The idea was to get married not go to church.
The day was bitter cold I couldn’t fucking believe it for Texas. Should have been a sign really, but hey this was going down and I was fucking happy. Smiling away I finally found my life mate. All those years all my adventures, all I been through, and here she was, man did she ever look beautiful. She was literally glowing that day, I didn’t once ever see her not smiling. I was very proud. We never got to dance to our wedding song, we skipped it due to the weather, the cake cutting was with a military saber, which I almost put through my wife when she wanted to put cake on me. My brother joe gave the best man speech, and it was really something special. Cleaning up the house best we could for it, all the arguing between raw and Karen, all the fussing came down to this. It was all worth it.
Then there was Matthew, he looked sounded and just acted like absolute shit. He was all depressed because he was in love with a girl and was chatting her up (with my cell phone by the way) out in my van and was rejected or whatever. My first thought is what a selfish piece of shit. My second thought was well, he’s been through a lot and he’s obviously got some problems. Serious problems. Give it some time, this is your day. No point in trashing it.
Aside from family we had a few bikers show up, friends of Karen, and Tony and Kate. Some fellow swingers my wife knew. She knew Tony from school. I liked them they were nice people. Karen was making promises to give away all the beer I bought, fuck it whatever. I forget what we ultimately did with it, but we did end up giving it away for a good cause.
But the isle, the walk. I just don’t know how to describe how I felt, just looking at her was just about as wonderful as the first night I saw her. She looked good. I said my vows and considered myself reborn. I never at that point accepted my wife as a part of my family, I more felt I was a part of hers now. I wasn’t worried about what i was giving away, i never met anyone worth having it more in all my life. I was in it all the way. All the way.
The bachelor/bachelorette party was decided by my fiance’ to be done together was spent in Austin with Megan, It was a real fun time, lot of bars and a really good Italian restaurant. It really was a great time. A lot of good local bands. The college crowd. We were a bit old for the scene but who cares.
We spent the weekend at the Shiloh in Killeen, had a intimate gathering planned with a female as well, turned out we ended up with a woman who had sex with my wife while I watched. I wasn’t to worried about it, it was still kind of fun, I just felt she could have planned it a little better than that.
We never danced to this song, but I would have liked to. I wanted it for our wedding song. So here it is. I waited all my life to say this to someone, and mean it. I heard it in my fathers’ car when i was a little boy. He had rumors on 8 track. I thought it was the prettiest voice i ever heard, the prettiest words ever said. The prettiest moment I could ever have. Just like my wife that day. Just like her.