I know that I'm only supposed to be usin this blog for my story thing, but I'm super pissed and need to vent, so here goes. What the hell is C changin the press box for??? Colleen told me this morning she thinks it's cause her mom went and talked to C about Colleen having MILD scoliosis. Seriosly???? My brother had scoliosis so severly that he had rods in his back (and btw, he got them put in in middle school, so he marched with them all four years he was in high school marching band) and he still did all the facings and all the pressboxes the same way we DID them before today!! With fucking rods in his back!! And Colleen's scoliosis is like as severe as mine (barely a curve in my spine btw)!!!!! But she went complaining to mommy that her back hurt, so everyone else gets to get whiplash for her!!!! What the fuck is up with that!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? And she sure as hell can march with scoliosis!!! My brother did it with rods in his back as a result of his severe as hell scoliosis!!!!! Get the fuck over yourself, Colleen!!!! Suck it up and stop complaining to mommy cause your back hurts a little!!!!!
This is like a day or two after Isaac and Heidi meet and Heidi can't stop thinking about him, dreamt about him, and is essentially completely in love with him. She is getting ready with Ave to go to their cousin's wedding, in which Heidi is a bride's maid (that might not be in there, but know that it is intended) (also, I put the different paragraphs in different colors since I can't figure out how to do the tab thing)
Isaac was all that filled mt mind as I dressed for Katherine's wedding. Katherine was the only one of my cousins living in the States that I could stand to be around for more than ten minutes at a time (though considering that she and her two eleven-year-old brothers were my only cousins living here, needless to say, she didn't have much competition).
I wore my best dress - a beautiful deep blue, with a high collar, in the late 19th century style (one that you had to wear a corset with). My grandmother had made it for my mother for her 16th birthday, although my mother had turned 16 in 1917, and it was a bit out of fashion at the time. Since I had been the oldest of her daughters, my mother had given it to me a year ago for my 16th birthday.
Ave was doing my hair in some sort of intricate thing with a lot of braids (regular and french) and knots, the kind that it is impossible not to get a headache from.
I sighed.
"Isaac?" she guessed, and sounded very hopeful that it would be him.
"Am I that transparent all of a sudden?"
"No, but I hold out hope that you may actually fall in love one day," she said, smiling at me in the mirror.
"Oh, is that it?" I asked, smiling back. I sighed again, "He came to the store again today."
She looked at me quizzically, though her smile widened.
"Why are you just telling me this!?" she exclaimed when my statement had registered completely.
"I don't know. Maybe I knew that you would react like this," I said mockingly.
"Am I that transparent all of a sudden?"
"Yes," i replied, both of us laughing.
Skipping some that I haven't felt like writing yet, lol, it starts up again at the reception.
When the service was over we all moved next door for a reception. After a few minutes everyone started to clap as the bride and groom entered after having taken pictures in the sanctuary. there were many people eating and of course the traditional cutting and shoving of the cake, and finally dancing.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the wedding singer's voice came over the crowd through the microphone, "would you please clear the dance floor for the bride and groom's first dance as husband and wife."
Everyone cleared the dance floor and watched as Katherine and her new husband, John, danced for the first time as husband and wife. Slowly other couples began to fill the dance floor. Since Ave and I had both come without dates, we had decided to be each others' dates.
After a song or two of just standing off of the dance floor with our arms linked, she turned to me, very straight faced and said, "May I have this dance?" and taking her hand from mine, held it palm up, as if expecting me to place mine in hers.
"But of course," I replied and placed my hand in hers. "Should you be the man? or should I?" I asked as we walked onto the dance floor.
"Well, you are almost an entire head taller than me," she replied.
"Yes, but you did request my hand"
"And why can the woman not take the initiative and ask the man for a dance?" she asked almost appalled. Ave would not meet her equal in a woman who believed in women's rights until the late 1960's (I am very proud to say that she took part, as a 44 year-old woman, in burning her bra outside the Miss America pageant).
"Of course a woman can ask a man to dance, but it is much more romantic when the man proposes it."
"Then it is a good thing that I don't care about being romantic with my sister," we both laughed and she took my hands and placed them on her waist while resting her own hands on my shoulders.
We danced like that for three songs, but when the fourth started someone tapped Ave on the shoulder.
"May I cut in?" he wasn't looking at Ave, but at me, and I was looking back at him.
The expression on my face must have been a sight, because Ave just smiled and put my hand into his "She's all yours," she told Isaac.
"What are you doing here?" I asked when my brain would stopped going in circles long enough for me to utter the sentence.
He looked hurt at my choice of words, or maybe it was the way I'd said them, my brain was functioning enough to speak, but not enough to think about how I spoke. "If you don't want to dance with me, I'll go"
"No!" I hadn't mean to, but I had essentially yelled at him. "No," I repeated, much more in control of of the level of my voice. "I don't want you to go," I whispered, averting my eyes,. "I want to dance with you," and looked up to see his eyes silently rejoicing. He smiled at me and pulled me closer to him.
There was no song playing at the moment, but almost as soon as he pulled me against him, the band started playing and the woman started to sing a cover of "I Only Have Eyes For You."
I know that it's such a cliche, but it's true in this case, that those moments of dancing in Isaac's arms were magical. So magical, in fact, that I have absolutely no idea how long they actually lasted, though later Ave told me that it was at least half an hour.
When the slow songs ended and they began to play the faster swing, Isaac leaned his head close to my ear and whispered, "Come outside with me?" though it was neither a command nor a request. I nodded my head and with my right hand still in his left, he led me out to the beautiful grounds of the church.
It was a terribly cold January night in upstate New York, below freezing, in fact, but it didn't matter much to me.
