April 20, 2013 — Rayo
April 20, 2013 — Rayo
I wake up with a tinge of anxiety. I’m not sure how today will go. It’s my friend’s wedding and I’m a bridesmaid. It’s sure to be a chaotic day. In the muddled day that was yesterday, I forgot to take my daily 100mg dose of Zoloft and 100mg dose of CPZ. I tell myself there is no need to panic and if the panic comes, there’s no need to let it overwhelm. I remind myself that I had some semblance of a life before I was put on meds.
At about a quarter to 8am — the time the wedding mass is scheduled to start — there is a moment of collective panic when we, the bridesmaids, realise the drycleaner did not return the strip of lace that should hold the back of the bride’s dress together. We panic. She panics. We panic some more. One of the other bridesmaids and I run out of the house and down the road from store to store till we find a party shop that sells ribbons. We don’t find white but we find gold. It’s one of the wedding colours. We improvise, and beautifully too.
At the reception, her mom tells me to supervise the caterers because “you’re tough.” I am reminded how annoying people can be when they are around free food. My voice is hoarse by the time I’m leaving. I am reminded of the reason I avoid Nigerian weddings; they are loud, crowded affairs.
The wedding goes by well. I’m happy for my friend. She looks truly happy. Her mom looks even happier.
I rant on twitter about janky relationship experts and their one-size-fits-all advice. Yes, I hate the generic crap they peddle. I end the day with a meeting with a cantankerous client. I get part payment for a 2-month old debt.
In all, it was a good day. My bones are tired.
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About Rayo: I’m a writer, editor and painter (of my nails). I’m stick drawing on a tightrope…trying for balance. Oh, I’m also a non-practicing lawyer. @adebolarayo www.all4words.blogspot.com