Char's Wedding

Written June 11, 2011, 1:06 AM. This does not have a word count because this was to be a diary entry but then I decided to just put it on my blog because that might be faster.

So, Pa and I finished Char's wedding a few hours ago. It was quite...different. We mostly played love songs from my computer as background music. But, before I can talk about the dance, I must start at the beginning.

At one point when the guests were arriving, Dad, Chris, and his girlfriend were talking in front of the booth. I saw him holding hands with her and I just wanted to cry. I was starting to get tears in my eyes. I wanted to go out to the Jeep and start crying my eyes out.

During Char and Leon's dance, Chris was standing behind the booth. Well, I wanted a clear visual of Char and Leon so I ended up standing next to Chris. And I ended up mouthing the lyrics because one of my favorite songs (if not the favorite) was being played as a first dance.

When we started playing the slow songs, I watched as Chris asked his girlfriend to dance and they danced. I think that, throughout the night, I constantly wondered if he was going to ask me for a dance. Eventually, he asked me for a dance.

When he asked if I wanted to dance, I told him that it was up to him. He told me something to the extent of, "Come on." When we moved towards each other, I didn't know where to place my hands. Do I wrap my arms around his neck? Do I place my hands on his shoulders? Do I place my left hand in his right and have my right hand on his shoulder? Eventually, it got to be my left hand on his shoulder and my right in his left. If I recall, we danced to "Don't Know Much" by Aaron Neville and Linda Ronstadt. But I may be mistaken. Towards the beginning of the dance, I happened to glance over to where Annette was sitting and Uncle David and Dad were standing. Both men had cameras! And Sam had a video camera (at least I think it was a video camera) and was capturing me and Chris on film! I think I was so embarrassed. Chris and I talked about it being my senior year in college. We also talked about my major and minor. He even mentioned that we were wearing the same colors of clothing: red shirts, black pants, and black shoes. And then... It was over.

During the rest of the night and Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight," I continuously wanted Chris to ask me to dance. Unfortunately, it did not happen.

I remember that, at a couple of points, Chris came to me for rescuing from Sam and Abby. Dad, Chris, and I were standing behind the booth. Abby came up and was trying to talk to Chris. I leaned down and told her that she needed to go by Annette because there were too many people behind the booth. She turned around and left. Chris thanked me and told me that the bigger one was worse. I also remember that, when I was behind the booth working on music, Chris came up to me and laid his head on my shoulder and proceeded to pretend to be snoring. I think that I said something to the extent of, "You better not be tired," or something like that.