This weekend was supposed to go very differently.
Four months ago, the plan was for me to walk down a red aisle overlooking the Long Beach harbor with a man who I like to call "the one who isn't on myspace." I had three bridesmaids, he had three groomsmen. Pastor Fred Jr. was presiding. It was going to be a fairly warm day - he had checked 9 months in advance. All was good because my dress was strapless anyway.
After that we were going to celebrate our newly created union with friends and family members in a room outfitted in white, crimson, and coffee brown (it worked, believe me). We were even gonna bust out a little routine to a Rick James medley that would have been youtube worthy. I had the first part down.
Right after, we were hitting up LAX on a trip to Hawaii for a week. I'll leave the rest out, mainly because I hadn't had all that planned out yet. Then again, who does?
But that is no more. We are no more. And I am...
LAUGHING my ass all the way to the --- to sell what's left of the reminders I have of what was once to be.
$5* to the first person to guess what I'm talking about!
Any takers? Eh? Eh?
*Presuming this isn't my last $5, and it probably is...so we'll just have a laugh and call it even. OH YEAH.