Hi, I'm Kurt. A binge-drinking, pill-popping disco diva with a heart of platinum and an appetite for self-destruction.
Welcome to Sleepless Solitude: The True-Life Journals of a Xanax'd Millennial (Part 2 of 2).
Adapted from a collection of nightly...
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September 24
Today was the big day. Well, not my big day. Well, sort of.
I woke up fairly unenthused and slightly negative this morning, but at least in a better mood than last night. After showering and getting myself ready, Mom drove me to Kate's house where all of the girls had been getting their hair and makeup done since 6 a.m.
It's times like these I am so happy that I am a guy. I looked just as good as the girls, yet spent a fraction of the time getting ready. That's a tricky subject, though. Women don't necessarily have to go through all of that primping. It's society that basically forces them into it, but I'm all for the no makeup movement. That being said, when I was at the house, I had the makeup artist cover up a truly heinous zit. So, slightly hypocritical of me. Whatever. It was what it was. Actually, it was nothing but a mountain of concealer on my cheek. Thanks for nothing, girl.
Considering there was a bride, seven bridesmaids, mother, father, flower girl, and two aunts at Kate's house, the vibe was surprisingly calm. We were ahead of schedule, too. The weather was absolutely stunning, so it was really the perfect day for a wedding. With some hesitation, I started drinking a mimosa at the house. I promised myself that I would keep an eye on my consumption, remaining conscious of how much I was drinking and having a lot of water in between sips.
We boarded the "limo," which was actually a gigantic coach bus converted into a party bus, and drove to the venue. Everyone was in a really great mood and looked beautiful. Every single one of us. Needless to say, we were really feeling ourselves. Looking back, everything seems to have happened so fast.
We got to the venue, assembled in our order, and walked down the aisle. I was standing alongside the groomsmen, right in front of a giant speaker. When that damn cliché wedding music started to play and I saw Kate walk down the aisle, I completely lost it. Tears everywhere. I tried to keep it together, but there was only so much I could do. I knew I'd be a mess.
Today was third wedding I've been to. Every time, it's the bride's entrance that gets me. The other stuff, not so much. However, seeing someone you love exude that much happiness is what makes everything worthwhile. That's what it's all about, which is exactly why I get frustrated with everything else that surrounds a wedding. I would never want the material components to overshadow such an incredible moment like that.
Kate was crying as she walked down the aisle. Not realizing I was also crying, one of Adam's groomsmen looked at me and joked that all of the girls on the other side of the altar were babies for being so emotional. It didn't take long for him to remember who he was talking to. Kate was absolutely beautiful. I was so happy for her. I saw everyone in the audience, too. I threw some winks to Nicky and Jessica, and saw Veronica, Riley, and Riley's billionaire beau sitting beside my parents. It was a full house.
Things didn't slow down from there. After the vows, the wedding party was whisked away pon de party bus to some random farm for photos. And, I do mean all the photos. If the professional photographer wasn't doing his thing, Kate's cousins were snapping away or rolling the film. If those kids weren't around, the bridal party's Snapchat and Instagram accounts were in full effect.
