A Fabulously Unconventional Wedding Story

Once upon a time, in the early evening on the 21^st of September, there was the most fabulously unconventional wedding on a private beach in Costa Rica.  It came about in the most impromptu manner.  Two m00n sisters had met up at their favorite coffee shop on the m00n to chat and sketch and laugh over fabulously ridiculous things, as they often did. 

 

 

One sister set down her charcoal pencil and said to the other: “you know, I totally like, love you to this place and back, and shit.”  The other sister smiled and nodded and said “yes, we should just get married already.” The first sister agreed and said “oh yes, let’s do it now!” and they slid down their secret m00nbeam that took them straight to the one sister’s home in Costa Rica, because of course they would have their own secret m00nbeam because that’s just how they rolled.

Once they touched down, things moved quite quickly.  They stayed at the house only long enough to change – one into a multi-colored beautiful bohemian dress with large skinny hoop earrings, and the other into a black knee-length flowy dress with a giant skull appliqué in the back.  Then they skipped and giggled their way down the few short blocks to a secluded section of beach.  They looked around and deemed it the perfect location; they needed only their friends to make it a perfect celebration.  They used their special beachside Lobster Telephone to connect them with all their friends at once with just one call. 

 

 

Their friends were super excited and were all like “omg! wtf?! Of course we’ll be right there!” because they all coincidentally happened to be vacationing in Costa Rica at the same time (what were the odds, right?)

Within minutes, all of their friends were on the beach with them, each bringing something clever to contribute to the celebration.  One friend brought a boombox that played everything but country music. 

 

 

Another friend decided bubbles would be a whimsical feature, and brought bottles of bubbles with skull-shaped wands so there were small iridescent skulls floating about. 

 

 

And instead of a wedding cake, another friend passed out dark chocolate candy bars bigger than the one sister’s head.  

 

 

 

 Then to toast to the magical evening, one of the sister’s poured everyone a fancy glass of their signature wedding drink – a White Lightning (a concoction she made up using Costa Rican espresso, a shot of vodka and a sprinkling of edible glitter.  Sounds weird, but since no one was the boss of her, she made what she wanted.  Besides, that drink really put the “Bazinga” in you).  It was a smash.  Or maybe it was that everyone was smashed.  The details are a little fuzzy now.

 

 

But fuzzy details aside, what has remained steadfast in all the repeatings of this story was the love they shared – the love the sisters had for each other and the love all their friends shared with each other.  Oh, and their ridiculousness.  Those sisters never could be serious for very long.  In fact, the only thing they managed to be serious about was that everyone had to have a good time and just dance.

Come to think of it, actually the dancing was a little ridiculous as well.  But what’s a little ridiculous dancing between friends?

 

 

© Dahlia Ramone: June 24, 2016

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 18.9 Topic: “White Lightning”

Bonus:

Hard (2 pts): Mention a Salvador Dali work of art

(Lobster Telephone)

Easy (1 pt): Include something having to do with a wedding

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So this is how it ends?

“So, that’s it, then?” She leaned back against the side of her car, playing with the keys in her hand while watching him from the corner of her eye.  His face gave nothing away; he remained stoic as always. 

“Fate fell short this time,” he said with a shrug.  She sighed and looked up toward the sky, cursing Fate while wondering if it really was a thing. 

Often, she thought their “what ifs” outweighed their “hads.” She knew she lived in her head too much, and maybe that’s where much of their relationship lived as well. Still, he knew her better than anyone and their relationship had endured all these years.  But perhaps it had had one up and down too many.

With a curt nod, she got into the car and went to close the door.  He reached out and grabbed it before she could shut it all the way.  “You know, it’s not against the rules to say you were wrong.”  She rolled her eyes as she put the key in the ignition.  Stubbornness, pride – they both had too much of it for their own good.  With her hand still on the key, she turned and looked defiantly at him. He drove her nuts.  He was the only person in the world she actually fought with, and she could never figure out why it was that way with him. 

“Yes it is,” she replied.  She knew she was being unreasonable, but when she was pissed she didn’t care.

He knew he was pushing her buttons, but he kept pushing anyway.  “Fine, so just bend the rules a little, you need to admit partial blame.  It’s not like you ever follow the rules anyway.”

For some reason - maybe it was his tone, or maybe it was because she knew he wasn’t entirely wrong, but that set her off.  Angrily she jerked the key to the right, starting the ignition.  With her other hand she pushed out against the door, causing him to stagger back a couple steps.  “You’re not the boss of me,” she said as she slammed it shut.

Angrily, she shifted into drive, but she kept her foot on the brake as her mind raced.  She glanced into her side mirror and saw he was still standing there, watching her.  He looked pissed now as well.  But there was something else.  Perhaps he was thinking the same thing she was – about the amount of miles they’d been through together, and the amount of miles she was about to put between them now.  But, she didn’t ask.  Instead, she put the car in reverse and backed up until he was even with her.  Unrolling the window, she turned to look at him again; her anger replaced with pensiveness.

"You know, this place was never the same again, after you came and went.”

"This place??” he asked, looking around the parking lot of his apartment complex.

“No,” she shook her head.  “This place” she said as she put her hand over her heart.  It was the closest she could come to an apology.  With that, she put her car in gear and drove off.

‘So long,’ she thought wistfully to herself without looking back.

 

© Dahlia Ramone: June 12, 2016

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia Week 17.9

Topic: “Bending The Rules”

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts) Quote Steve Prefontaine (I didn’t)

(Easy, 1 pt) Incorporate a Blink-182 lyric in your blog:

 

Fate fell short this time /

This place was never the same again, after you came and went

(All lyrics from "Feeling This")