17 enero 2009

I am at this wedding, and although I don't know who's wedding, it is a good friend of mine and I am part of the wedding party. Everyone is at a hotel, a fancy hotel. Brian and his mom are there, so are Dave and Laura and Zack and Kristine. There is a reception before the wedding and all the guests are gathered. My hair is still being finessed by another lady and as I stand there I watch Brian talking with a group of people, having fun, looking good in his suit, and flirting back with a young lady interested in him. I feel a pang of anger and when he looks my way I slyly flip him off and look away. One of the other women in the bridal party is laying out shots, but she asks me to take one of each of the brands to make sure it fits the weddings "theme". Soon I am drunk, but I have to drive over to the church for the wedding and everyone has left already, though I immediately look for Brian believing that he will still help me. I rush out to the parking lot and Brian is too far gone, with Zach and Kristine and his mom in the same car. I see Laura driving with Dave and a woman I do not know. I make it to them and beg Dave to drive for me because I'm drunk. Neither Dave no Laura will even look at me, much less answer my petition. Finally the woman in the back seat agrees to help me out. We go back in and get my bag and keys, and I am thanking her profusely. When we go outside this huge semi-tractor trailer that is backing up runs us over. There is enough room underneath not to get squished, and the other woman makes it out, but by the time it comes to a stop I am stuck between a concrete fountain and the train wheels of the trailer, and the appropriate refrain is not lost upon me.