Re Union

#70: A Night of Old and News

Sitting in Nuvo with the gold vintage dress I specifically bought for Justine and Vier's wedding was awkwardly comforting. I ordered Ginger Ale. Hardly the thing you order in such a place but I don't drink alcohol. And the Ginger Ale matches my dress.

I spent the night with a lot of people I haven't seen in a long time, and to some degree, I felt at home in a setting of semi-strangers. These were people I once knew. Now we share nothing but laughter over the mundane. I guess for tonight that's about enough. The undercurrent of the past can convincingly be ignored just this time.

The bride shone brighter than the pearls sewn on her lace dress. Her groom's smile would drive you nuts. These two, I deeply cherish. I would've been willing to sit alone for hours in an empty room or in the midst of a sea of strangers just to witness their exchange of vows.

I play with the ice in my ale and smile at the picture of old faces creating new connections. And of old connections taking on new forms. And of my dress matching my drink.