Finally.
All of the work, stress, preparation, planning, bullshit, aggravation, phone calls, and headaches had been building toward this day. And it seemed right when the ceremony started, when the organ player began the first few notes of Here Comes the Bride, with my arm looped around my father’s, and as we stepped in syncopation down the aisle toward the altar, toward the minister, toward David, that everything was actually going to be fine. And it was. No flubs during the vows, no screaming, crying kids in the pews, the limo wasn’t late, and everyone seemed happy. Even afterward, during the ride in the limo with David, Steve, and Robert, and with my two friends, Linda and Bailey, the trip was smooth. I had a burning feeling in the days prior that it was going to be a singular type of
