R and I are getting married. it’s a big ceremony in a church with lots of people, many of whom i don’t know. I’m unsure where to go—some women help me go not up the aisle but first up a flight of stairs that take me to the real aisle that the bridegroom is supposed to walk down. R is visibly happy, in a huge ornate dress pacing back and forth on the platform with her hand over her mouth, and i can barely keep myself from running down the aisle. when I get up on the platform, there is no priest or speech, just a kiss—but first i must kiss on the cheek a very tall and obese beautiful older black woman who sits to the side just on the edge of the platform. i never actually do end up kissing the bride
