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| Wilf's wedding |
| 08.08.04 (9:23 am) [edit] |
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It was an okay ceremony in a Catholic church. I tuned out because the minister was talking so much. And we stood and sat a lot, with praying and stuff. I don't know how to pray, I think. I just closed my eyes and clasped my hands together and listened. One guy was sleeping. As soon Sharon walked down the aisle, I cried. I have yet to *not* cry at a wedding lately. I could just feel the emotion in the room. I think she cried throughout the whole ceremony and after. The reception was fantastic. The food was great, and it must have been the biggest buffet I'd ever seen. There were a few speeches and a photo montage. I was even in it. Although I am happy for Wilf and that he's officially with his life-long partner, I am still a little sad. We were once really close, and we probably won't really be friends anymore. We'll be the small-talk friends, at most, I think. He did talk to me a little at the reception. I had no photos taken that day. I had an uneasy feeling at the reception the whole time because Patrick stood me up. I felt really bad because his dinner was paid for, and I had asked Wilf if I could bring a date *after* I told him I was going solo. Well, Patrick had a work thing to attend so he skipped out on the ceremony, which was fine. This thing was supposed to end at 4, and I told him the reception was for 6 pm. Around 4:30, he text messaged me saying he was having some food and wrapping things up. He didn't start making his way 'til 6:45, I think. It would have taken him about an hour to get there. Traffic was horrible downtown due to the fireworks competition. So...I was thinking he'd get there around 8 at the latest...but then 8:30 rolled around, and he still wasn't there. I left him a voice mail asking where he was, and if I should get him a plate of food. No reply. At one point, I sent him another text message asking him if he was still coming. I could understand if he changed his mind about going or he got lost or whatever, but I just needed to know for piece of mine. So the official part of the reception is over, and still no Patrick. I was mad but not livid. I was disappointed that he ruined my evening. I was trying to enjoy the festivities, but I was worried about where he was and if he was going to show up. I called him afterwards and left another voice mail saying, "thanks for standing me up and letting me know what was up." About half an hour later, he text messaged me saying her sister's fiance hit her and that he was sorry and would call me later that night. :shock: He called me around 3 am, while I was sleeping and left a message with an apology and that he just got home. He also asked me to call him back after I got his message. So I did, but I ended up leaving a voice mail. *sigh* |
posted by: lynne (reply)
post date: 08.08.04 (4:47 pm)
If his sister's fiance really hit her, I can totally understand why he would need to deal with that.
I also totally and completely understand about your feelings about you and Wilf not being as close anymore. That is just how it is I guess.
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