I was outside walking around alongside a dusty freeway. I
was late for something. I was meeting with an old friend for breakfast. He had
ordered already, but he had apparently left the restaurant thinking i would not
show up. Fortunately at the last minute i arrived, and so he sat back down and
started on his breakfast. My attention was on the locks and bagels (Mmmmm... smoked salmon). Inconsequentially, I noticed a long line for the men's restroom.
Now for some reason, on the day of my wedding, i was out
playing golf until 6:30 pm. When i realized this i found my mom telling me to
hurry up. I knew my parents were upset. Whats more, i knew my fiance was very
upset. I got in the family Mustang and headed home, a house which i grew up in (per usual). Running even more late, i tried to be quick and efficient as
possible. But i couldnt find a t shirt, so i settled for any shirt, a thin
wife-beater. I found my white dress shirt, but when i put it on i realized how
cheap it looked, super thin and translucent. Despite the time I tried on other
shirts with no success. Eventually i found the "goto" white dress
shirt, but it eventually turned burgundy on me. I told myself its just my
imagination, and for a second it appeared to be white again in the reflection
of the mirror. But then it turns back to burgundy. But for some reason i
couldnt pay much attention to it. I had convinced myself, without much effort,
that a burgundy shirt for a wedding would not be the end of me, because I was
still running late, and i didnt even know how to get to the church for my own
wedding, which was scheduled to start in 15 minutes. I decided i spent too much
time worrying about the shirt. I still needed to wear the tie. I quickly
learned that i forgot how to tie a tie. I asked my dad, and he showed me how to
fold the shirt, super tightly, into a trunk of a tree of all things. I finally
use the ipad to lookup how-to videos on youtube.
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