Carla Gypsygirl's Blurty

The little girl who ate too much wedding cake (it wasn't me, by the way)

These moody photos were taken at the wedding that Geoff and I attended last night. I didn't know the couple getting married that well, because they were friends of Geoff's. And so, sadly, my moodiness was all about me. Geoff sensed that I was melancholy and pensive, so he lead me out for a walk in the beautiful gardens at the reception venue. Everything in the garden was strangely out of proportion- the reception hall was really big, the flowers were tiny and the grass stretched on and on. It was like the garden that Alice sees when she goes through that tiny door in Alice in Wonderland. While we were walking past a strange, flat fountain, I burst into tears because Mike and El seemed to have so many things I didn't...familar friends who they could include in a bridal party, money for a lovely reception, jobs, certainty, nice hair. I am having a quarter-life crisis. It's boring me, and it's probably boring you, too. Although I am shocked whenever the sad and bitter feelings bubble up inside of me, I also think, "Oh no, not the quarter-life blues again." After I managed to compose myself, Geoff and I went back into the reception hall and listened to the speeches. We danced while the wedding singers sang their hearts out. Then I went to the toilets and this little girl projectile vomited onto the carpet, doors, walls and tiles because she'd eaten too much wedding food. I should have given her a hug or at least patted her on the back, but instead, I shrieked and ran away. I mean, who likes getting vomit on their only pair of black, chunky-heeled shoes? Not me, sir. For the rest of the night, I kept glancing over my shoulder in feverish paranoia. I gripped Geoff's arm and hissed, "I have to watch out for that vomit girl! She could pop out at any moment and spew down my dress!" To test Geoff's love for me, I asked him, "If I spewed, would you catch it in your hands?" He said, "No, because that's just gross." I know that he loves me anyway, though. Sometimes, there's questions that I just shouldn't ask him. He drove me to work today, and he hugs me when I'm sad, and he bought me the latest Beyonce CD. He prays for me all the time. Some things in my life are still fine, which is lovely.

ps. I was going to Photoshop my tummy down in the coloured photo, but I didn't, because I don't like the idea of photos telling lies. So now you know how I look after I've had a large soy latte with 3 sugars, salt and pepper calamari, sourdough with fetta and olive paste, fried olives and approximately 5 sips of champagne. :)