| Wednesday, May 24, 2006 |
| Waiting for Breakfast... |
 Imagine with me, if you will, the future. Fifty years into the future to be exact. What might you find there? Flying cars? Robots? I really couldn’t tell you. What I can tell you however, is of one event that was planned fifty years ago (remember we are in the future now) that will change the lives of two people…
Her once soft skin and young body has been transformed into calloused skin hardened by time and a trick knee that tends to give out at the worst of times.
He has seen better times. So has his suit but he still manages to slide it on. He can’t move very well in it. Someone shrunk it since the last time he wore it, which doesn’t seem that long ago in his mind.
There aren’t many people about but there are enough who thought this day would never really happen and still can’t believe they are outside sitting on hard metal chairs with decorations draped everywhere. The music swells and he looks up to see his bride shuffling down the aisle. She is indeed shuffling because she gave up high heels years ago and her poor feet won’t last more then twenty minutes in anything other then soft soled runners. He waits. He waits some more. For those sitting in their seats time is going excruciatingly slow. Yet for the groom, it seems like she is down before he even has time to blink. His memory helps with that or lack or of memory for that matter. Soon, but not soon enough for the guy who has fallen asleep and is snoring in the back, she is there in front of him and he gives her a big gummy grin. He forgot to put in his dentures.
The preacher is not young in any sense of the word, an old friend both knew from days gone past. His voice is ruff like gravel as he begins to inform the small assembly of people what is going to happen today and for forever. Or for as long both of them may live, which might not be very long, but that is not the point. They face each other. She squints because her eyes were never good in the first place and she couldn’t find her glasses. He takes a ring and slides it on her finger. Then she does the same.
It is almost done. An event that waited fifty years to happen seems to be happening way too fast. Yet there they are, old and wrinkled willing to devoted what is left of their lives to each other as they say those eternal two words, “I do.” The preacher then exclaims that the groom may now kiss his bride, which seems odd for old people according to the young girl who covers her eyes but they lean in despite what she might think. Time has also seemed to stand still for this event as both fight off back pain to lock lips. Soon enough, everyone gathered can hardly wait for them to kiss because twenty minutes have already passed by and the caterer is whining that everything is going cold. Finally they are just an inch from each other, destiny is finally being reasoned with and fate will indeed have the last laugh. They lean in closer, closer, then…
That darn trick knee.
Ladies and gentlemen, the story that you have just read is not just any story but an event that will take place in fifty years from now. That is at least the plan. He hasn’t exactly asked me yet…
By: Sarah Tesarski |
posted by Matt @ 11:43 AM  |
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funny matt, funny.
Sr High 2005 - game of life marriage (yes i had the priviledge of marrying you two...so is the preacher me again?)
2nd semester "the wedding gongshow" 2006 - hasn't she left you at the alter once already?
luv ya matt
ps are you in eston for the summer? doing what?
jocelyn
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Ok, your right, I was laughing hystarically inside. I didn't want the embarassment of being in a room and me the only one laughing. She always is joking about when she is old what her life is going to be like. Wouldn't she look if all of that came true!!
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Weird... I'm Sarah's friend Nhi, and you must be the famous Matt! I was reading random blogs and came across yours. At first I was angry because you stole my friend's story but then I figured out who you are.
Hi!
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funny matt, funny.
Sr High 2005 - game of life marriage (yes i had the priviledge of marrying you two...so is the preacher me again?)
2nd semester "the wedding gongshow" 2006 - hasn't she left you at the alter once already?
luv ya matt
ps are you in eston for the summer? doing what?
jocelyn