Day CLXXVlII

A Wedding

     “Change his mind…damn, he’s bin going out wit haw fo fi yee ahs, man.”

     “Five?”

     “Yea, man, five.”

     “Damn man, sounds like he’s bin changing his mind for a long time.”

     “Yea ova, an ova, an ova!”

     “Watta she do, threaten ta leaves ya?”

     “Yea…sompen like dat!” He smiled.

     “I always sed I was gonna git me some a ya cake foist, man!” Augy laughed.

     “Me too!” someone else joined in, we all cracked up, and passed the vino.

     Someone left the blinds up, and I remember the sun shinning on my face at the crack of dawn, as I lay on the floor. The kitchen was bare, and so was the fridge, and all I could find was a box of Lipton tea, and thank goodness he had sugar. I was sipping my tea, thinking about going home, when Augy says,

   “Hurry up, man, I’m taking ya home so you can change, we can be back hea by ten,  just in time to see im git tied up.”

     He took the cup out of my hand, and splashed the rest of my tea into the sink.

     “We gosta go NOW, dude!”

     Suddenly I didn’t have a choice in the matter, I was bogarded into it. He dropped me off, went to change, and was back by nine. So there I was going where I didn’t want to go. Friends can put you through all kinds of changes sometimes. Anxiety…got a light?

     It was a typical Catholic wedding, at a church in the city, somewhere on Fifth Avenue. It had all the trimmings; bride in white, being the most beautiful girl in the world for the moment; bride and groom’s pals, and family in formal wear; cute little girl with flowers; and the bride’s BFFs in matching yougly gowns.