I invited people who I dont know anymore; who Im not even sure Ireallyknew then.
The strapless dress I chose to walk down the aisle in was not weather or seasonally appropriate.
(It was October in Indianapolis.)
Conversation in a Park: Thomas Gainsborough and his bride, Margaret,1746, by Thomas Gainsborough. Louvre Museum, Paris.
But more memorable than any of that were the fights I had with my mom.
Sorry to bother you at work, he said.
But where do you want these thirty new invites sent?
He trailed off, waiting for me to speak.
It made my blood boil up into my brain and turned me into a sobbing, ridiculous teenager.
The biggest regret I have from my wedding is taking it alland mostly myselftoo damn seriously.
Your entire life gets to be a party when you stop doing that.
