Gorgeous, Gorgeous

Files, records, reports. Meetings, pre-meetings, post-mortems. I've never been so harassed in my life. (When was the last time I said that?)

I look at my hand. What is this piece of paper still doing here?

I run to the elevator. "Wait!" I scream and run and my short hair bounces up and down while I run.

Out of the corner of my eye I see him see me. He stands up and follows. He has that look. Oh he's so gorgeous, gorgeous!

I make it to the elevator and just as it is closing he holds his hand up to stop the doors. Something in me fires up. Like dynamite. Like coming to life.

He kisses me and I let the piece of paper fall to the floor. And everyone, I can tell, is jealous.

I dont know how but I suddenly lose control
Theres a fire within my soul
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything
- Abba, "Mamma Mia"

The Happiest Day of My Life

Grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street.
- Magnetic Fields

It doesn't occur to me what day it is until I am in the cave with Juvenile Selfish Brat. I am wearing my blue Bebe shirt and I can hardly see him in the dark and I am filled with so much resentment.

"Please get out of my life," I say and it comes out easier than I thought. "You're a Juvenile Selfish Brat. I hate you!" And then that's when I remember that it is the day I am supposed to get married. I wish him instant death and run out of the cave.

The car is waiting for me outside. I get in the back door and my groom is already there! And instead of my Bebe shirt and jeans I'm wearing a white little dress! With frills!

I don't know anyone in the car but it feels right. We laugh all the way to the church. He's so cute, my groom. And we talk about all our little interests and hobbies and he holds my hand. It's the happiest day of my life.

As soon as the church is in sight I ask him, "What's your name? I need it for the vows."

Everyone in the car laughs. I am laughing too. I don't know why but this feels right.