My First Wedding

I had to stay awake. Somehow, despite the grueling seven hour drive to Buffalo, I had to minister enough perseverance to survive the ordeal, make it to Rochester the next day, and finally hurry back home to finish off my last few days of work. But I was going to my first wedding and figured it would be worth it. I was excited, sure, but why? I think I can recite some of the lines used in typical ceremonies (Do you, Bob, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife) and receptions are, well, kinda like formal parties with honored "guests" in the bride and groom. If I really wanted to witness a wedding, I could have simply went on YouTube. Maybe I should have just watched Wedding Crashers. All that, though, is beside the point because I drove up to Rochester the very next day, dressed in a suit for the first time since high school prom, and attended my very first wedding ceremony and reception. The wedding in itself was an age confirmation, that I should remember I'm not 16 anymore. I was quickly told, when I stepped inside Rochester Chinese Christian Church, to sign a large poster card for the bride and groom. I felt it nothing special until a little child tried to grab a marker, only to be told that he was too young. At that point, I had a slight heart attack: does this mean I should be looking for my wife right now? I'm only 19 but the people getting married weren't that much older than me. I figured it best to  find someone that day at Rochester, preferably someone I hadn't met before. That clearly didn't happen. Fortunately, by the time I entered the sanctuary with my reunited friends, I settled down into the usual anticipation of waiting for the lovely couple to show up. Oddly enough, I was nervous, almost as if I was attending my own wedding ceremony. I thought less of how the ceremony was going to happen but more of picturing myself walking down the aisle, maybe even with someone sitting right here in this church (ha..). Perhaps it'll be the girl sitting in front of me. I think she wore a nice dress. No, it'll definitely be someone I haven't even seen yet. Regardless, the whole ordeal seemed to be a magnified re-examination of life and relationships.

But that's a good thing. For all the whimsical fear I conjured within myself in a span of minutes, it was an obvious sign to myself that I really wouldn't know what I'd be getting into if I were in a relationship. I mean kudos to all the people who came to the wedding as a couple and didn't even think about whether their partner was going to be the person they'll marry. I don't think I could have succeeded in doing that. Of course, I had to wonder how all the married men popped the question. Even after that, how in the world do you plan a wedding? The questions distracted me a little too much, at least until the delicious filet mignon and tangy grape soda were brought to my table during the reception. The day, however, eventually came to an end, and with it a quick gaze into a cool night sky. Today wasn't my wedding, thank God for that, and tomorrow won't be either. I was more glad to have myself filled with an tinge of loneliness saddled in satisfaction. I wished to be walking with someone through the vineyards but I also wished I had a bed in front of me. The wedding did it all: it brought two lovely people together, showed that many other couples were on the verge of doing the same, and even contained some of the broken relationships that didn't quite work out. As far as my love life goes, or the lack of one, I can wait it out through tonight because the best part of the  wedding night had to be when someone asked if I wanted a piece of prime rib, to which I hurriedly replied:

I do.

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