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On Friday, the day before the wedding, I woke up in kind of a fog. I was still upset and just layed there with my eyes closed, and although I could hear people talking, making breakfast, and sitting around eating, I didn't interact with them; I was very upset and angry.

It was at this point that Gina demonstrated her great worth as a friend. She lifted my head, pillow and all, off the couch, and sat down under it, so my head was in her lap. It was kind of hard to ignore that, so I listened to her story. I don't remember all of it now, which I'm kind of sad about, but the essence of it was that she'd had a dream in which I was really mad at her because she wasn't being a good support friend for me.

My anger kind of boiled over at that point, and I remember telling her "no, Gina, I'm mad at you because you lied to me. You kept saying how beautiful our wedding was going to be, and it's not going to be that way at all!" And then I had a little catharsis. An amusing footnote here is that I could sense everyone else in the room, one by one, sneaking out, leaving me and Gina to ourselves.

Gina sat with me for a long time, stroking my hair, talking to me quietly but with great determination, and more or less singlehandedly convinced me that we couldn't cancel the wedding. It just wouldn't be right. A few days before, so much had been taken from the world; the least we could do was to try to put something good back into it.

And so, after some time alone, an a shower, I joined everyone else with the day's work. Gina and Kate went to the caterer to do what they could to down-size the reception setting (I really didn't want the feeling of a poorly-attended event with empty tables and chairs), and a bunch of us went to the ferry landing to meet arriving parties.

With an outside wedding and reception planned, the fact that Friday was cold, gray, rainy, windy, and generally a miserable maritime day should have been disappointing, but it seemed like the weather was really paling in comparison to the other stuff we had been facing.

We finally managed to get everyone who had made it to the island all gathered in one place for an informal BBQ at the rental house. It was warm and bustling and it made me feel better yet.

And then our little miracle happened.

The BBQ was well wound down, most people had left who weren't staying at the house. Kate was already upstairs in bed, and I and a few other people were sitting on the edge of the bed chatting. I don't remember the phone ringing, but I do remember a lot of excited shouting from the first floor. "You're where?! You're here?!!" We all ran downstairs to find out what was going on. Barry was on the phone, and relayed the message: Susan and Jill were in Providence, and would be over on the first ferry on Saturday! They'd gone to the airport as promised, and managed to get a flight from SFO to PVD. Apparently the air travel system was so screwed up that essentially all tickets were standby tickets, and they lucked out.

There was much cheering and joyful crying, and hugging, but we were all so tired that we all went to bed shortly after, and I at least was very thankful. The power watching over us had seemed so absent all week, but came through in the end.


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Sep. 15th, 2002 03:12 am (UTC)
*smiles* happy anniversary, charley.
Sep. 15th, 2002 10:55 am (UTC)
Yeah for happy endings
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