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CHAPEL OF LOVE
Gee I really love you
Bells will ring
Because we're
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So, once upon a time, a boy and a girl decided to get married. This decision was heralded by the tabloid press as being the result of an unexpected pregnancy. There were others who called it a publicity stunt. And still others, who had already listed said boy and girl on their “Celebrity Divorce List.” But I knew that it really was the result of true love. True love, now there is something very hard to define and even harder to find. The boy and the girl were lucky to have found each other.
And since this would be their one and only wedding, they wanted the biggest and most elaborate wedding money could buy. Money was never the issue, but time was. There was so much to be done and so little time. There were so many logistical things to think of as well. For, you see the girl is Irish and this boy is the oldest of 7 children. The number of plane tickets and amount of tuxedos and bridesmaids dresses needed was staggering. They began to plan a wedding so large and so elaborate, those around them began to shake their heads in doubt.
How would boy and girl pull it off? Would any of their friends or family still be talking to them when the wedding was over?
So, I sat on the periphery of all the excitement and brouhaha... I was included being the brides only friend in the US and of course, being engaged to the grooms younger brother. Soon, the madness that was this enormous wedding became the central movement in my life... I was so immersed in their wedding plans that soon, I began to have a serious negative reaction when I thought about my own wedding. I believe I was beginning to develop an allergy to the very word.
But the truth was, I was scared and nervous. I began to smoke again. I had taken to chewing my fingernails. I sat on the edge of my chair constantly waiting for the other shoe to fall. To be told that all of this was some sort of colossal mistake. To find out that I wasn’t going to get happily ever after.
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