Bad at Love

Georgina

Georgina“Are you sure you don’t want me to take the pictures?”

I was at the nail salon, with my best friend Zorah, passing bridal magazines back and forth.

“Hell, no! You are my best friend and I need you by my side. Besides, my wedding is in three days.”

Zorah and I had been friends since the fifth grade. We had been through it all together, literally. School, college, my marriage and divorce, the loss of her father, the birth of my daughter, the birth of her daughter and everything in between.

“Are you sure?”

“Heffa, please. There is no where you need to be, but standing next to me, on my day.”

“You’re going to look so beautiful!”

“I know, right?”

“Ladies and gentlemen, my humble best friend,” I held out my hands in her direction as if she was on display.

“Look, trick, it’s my one day to be a pretty, pretty princess. Let me have it,” she laughed.

“All yours. It’s about damn time too. You and Moses have been together for ages. I know Pippa is excited about being the flower girl.”

“She is, she thinks the whole day is about her.”

We laughed.

“I mean, let’s face it, all eyes will be on THE real princess.”

“Ain’t that the truth girl. How’s things with Alonzo these days?”

“Psh, ain’t no going there. As long as he does like he’s supposed to with Anya, that’s all I’m concerned with.”

“Is he still with Golden Corral, or whatever that b***h’s name is?”

I burst out in laughter.

“You mean Goldi?” I shook my head.

“Whatever,” she shrugged.

“Yea, she just moved in with him, girl.”

“Ugh, his pathetic ass. I can’t believe she’s still hangin’ on.”

“Right, wouldn’t leave me alone, all the while he still had her on the side. He must have thought my name was boo-boo the fool, girl. Anyway, enough about his trifling ass. We have wedding stuff to focus. What else do we need to do?”

“Hmm. I think I’m pretty set. Let’s see, we are taking care of nails now. Hair and make-up are all set for Saturday morning. Mama has my dress. She wanted to be the one to steam it for me. I’ve got my shoes and headpiece. Flowers are being delivered tomorrow. I’ve got all my needs, like old, blue, etc. I guess the only thing that I really need is to stop stressing and worrying about something going wrong.”

“Zorah, you are the most type-A person I know. You have planned for everything, besides, that’s why you hired a wedding planner. Let her worry about it all, that’s her job. Just enjoy the fact that you and Moses will finally be legit, with your livin’-in-sin asses.”

Zorah and Moses had been together for six years before he finally proposed. He bought a little T-shirt for Pippa that read “Mommy will you marry my Daddy?” He put it on her right before we all sat down to eat at Easter last year. “Pippa come here, where is your pretty dress?” She said, then she saw the shirt and started crying. Moses walked over and through tears and some snot, she said, “Yes.”

“Shut up!” We both laughed.

“But really, I’m so happy for you guys. Tell Moses, I’ll beat his ass if he messes up, but I’m happy for you.”

“I can’t wait. I know we did it a little backwards, but, hey we’re doing it, right?”

“Hell, doing it the ‘right way’, doesn’t always amount to s**t, so don’t even think like that. That damn piece of paper doesn’t mean squat if he’s a piece of s**t, which Moses isn’t, but you know what I mean. You have a beautiful family, that’s all that matters.”

“Thanks girl! I love you!”

“I love you, too.”

“Speaking of love, Georgie, there’s gonna be some good looking eligible bachelors there. As a matter-of-fact, Moses’s best man, Solomon is single. He’s tall and chocolaty with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen. Don’t tell Moses I said that,” she laughed.

“I won’t, but please don’t use your wedding as an excuse to play matchmaker. I’m not interested in men right now?”

“What? You switched sides on me? I mean there’s gonna be some single women there too.”

“Shut up, you ass. You know what I mean,” I chuckled.

“Georgie, it’s been four years.”

“Look Zo, I’m so incredibly happy for you and Moses, but I’m not looking for that right now.”

“You need to get back on the horse. If you don’t use it soon, it might fall out. I’m not talking love, but you need a good old-fashioned f**k buddy.”

“Zo! Not so loud!”

“Girl, please. No one is paying attention and if they were, they’d probably agree with me. You need to get laid.”

“I am fine! My cycling class helps me release a lot of pent up stress.”

“Cycling-schmycling. You need some dick.”

“Zo, you are too much. That’s why you’re my best friend. Now let’s waddle our asses out of here. I don’t want to mess up my toes, but it’s time to go and get some drinks. We have a wedding to celebrate.”

“You had me at drinks. Let’s go!”

Chapter 3