Wedding Dreams

This is a picture of my mom and Aunt Kathy on my aunt’s wedding day, long, long ago in a land called 70's where everybody was young and thin and pretty.

One week from today, my sister M’lisa gets married!! She’s been with her fiancé for 5 years, and living with him at least 3. I think. It might even longer than that. Anyway, she knows what she’s getting into.

I dreamt about the wedding last night. It was in St, James Church, in Norwalk. In the dream, it was a big ol’ Mexican wedding. Remember, I grew up in southern California, where Mexican culture had a big impact on me. When I was growing up, nothing could be grander than a Mexican wedding. The biggest puffiest wedding dresses, the live band, hundreds of guests, the food, the towering, highly decorated wedding cakes, and the cars all adorned with tissue roses. I had forgotten all about the Kleenex roses until I dreamt of them last night.

M’lisa’s wedding had all that (in the dream, in real life it will be very different). I don’t remember a whole lot about the dream, except my dad was there, and his friends. In the logic of dreams, I was like: "Hey dad, how’s it going? Let’s take a picture together." It didn’t even faze me he was there. I was just glad to see him.

M’lisa was rushed and excited which I’m sure she truly will be next Saturday as well. Her bridesmaids (especially the one with all the makeup) were total bitches to me. Whenever I would approach M’lisa, they were all : "BEAT IT!" They treated all of M’lisa’s family (namely me, G. and Mom) like we were complete animals. We were "put up with" because we belonged to M’lisa, but we had to be contained and constantly monitored least we shit all over the carpet.

And then, G and I got into a fight. A REAL one, like with shoving and tearing at hair. It was horrible. We’ve never fought like that in real life. I had forgotten to pack the dress she’s going to borrow from me. And for some reason, I was too embarrassed to tell her, so I just told her to meet me at the church. When she showed up, I was like: "Um, yeah. Sorry about the dress. But Norwalk Square is right next store. Maybe you can find something at Millers outpost. LOL." But then Carolynn saved the day because for some reason she brought an extra dress. Nana said something nice to G., she felt better, I apologized and we made up.

Fuckin’ Millers Outpost. Do they even have those stores anymore??

I’m getting excited about my trip to California. I am determined to have a good time next week. I might even cry to see M’lisa get married. There will be music and dancing (I hope- I don’t know how "white" everyone is going to act. But wedding are for dancing!!) And food. And drink. And maybe, just maybe if my sis G. pulls through, a little something extra.