So Over You #1

The air was stifling in the chapel. Literally and figuratively. All of Jay’s relatives are from Florida who seems to think that the only way to endure the arctic environment of Washington State is if they set up the temperature to 100 degrees. My head was basically steaming by the half of the rehearsal. So I ran outside to the cold.

Of course that was not the only reason but it was a good cover for fleeing before I was forced the hear the vows. The rehearsal vows there is. Judy insisted they should write themselves vows for this occasion. She said the actual words of the vow should only be said at the ceremony. I had no idea why they haven’t just skipped the part instead of writing something especially for this occasion, but I presumed it had something to do with her sense of self-importance which is out of this world. She just likes to hear how adored she is. Jay thinks it’s cute to write some funny stuff before the real one. Typical.

Yeah, I shouldn’t be that sour. I should be at the side of my best male friend and smile happily at the joy of their union. Well sorry, I can’t do that. How should I be able to pretend I’m overly excited to see them wedded when I have been in love with the fiancé forever. By forever I mean the beginning of our freshman year, but that so seems like a thousand years ago. Time does not fly fast when your love is unreciprocated.

I gulped big breaths of fresh air and tried to calm myself so I could return without anyone becoming suspicious. Or I should try to make myself sick. I mean sicker than I already am. I could swallow some snow or drop an ice cone into my cleavage. That should result in some serious cold.

Nah, that won’t solve the problem. Jay and Judy would still be married by the end of this week and I will have pneumonia. Not a great achievement. Not to mention that if I turn ill I will have to suffer though all the disease in my miserable room in the middle of the freezing nowhere. Because that was where we were now. I couldn’t even remember the name of this freaking town. Snow Ass it is, as far as I’m concerned. I’m telling you this is the first ceremony ever that was held in this godforsaken place. If the family of Judy’s didn’t have a house  - meaning giant villa – here for their ski trips no one would ever come for here for leisure. I guess this event is the bigger festivity ever took place in Snow Ass.

Judy’s parent kind of owned this town, or at least the bigger part of it. They were sentimental in that way. Her mother grew up in here before she married the sole owner of biggest and richest corporate layer firm in Seattle. Out of love, I presume. I couldn’t fathom what was the incentive behind building a villa so big in the mountains, buried permanently in snow, but they seems to think its romantic. I they don’t even ski. Like ever. But there should always be a reason to build a huge house and winter sports seemed like a good enough reason.

So it was only natural that when Judy gets married all of the 350 people invited to the wedding should take the bumpy road to the farthest and most deserted peak of the Cascades to wish them happiness. See, that is typical Judy.

The snow was starting to fall again, but I didn’t mind. I had no intention to go back to the villa and engage in small talk with Judy’s friends. I haven’t got it in me. The other option would be to retire to my room, but I wouldn’t wanted to do that either. I was fed up being alone. being alone meant I was playing all the moments in my head when Jay and Judy kissed, hugged and was being cute. Ugh. No. I needed to get out of the villa.

I was starting to think that coming here was a mistake. The double J’s – as Judy so cleverly referred to themselves – invited their closest and most honored guests to stay in their luxurious home the week before the wedding and help them prepare the most important day of their lives. I’m not making this up, they wrote that in the invitation. Most honored guest, my bum. If it wasn’t for Jay’s persistent nagging that he couldn’t spare his best friends’ company I wouldn’t even been invited to the wedding at all. Might have been best. Maybe I was better off at home with the company of cheesy movies and a buttload of ice cream.