And We're Back! Sort of....

Yesterday NayNay married Mr. NayNay. It was the best of times.

I ran video for the ceremony and parts of the reception, which may introduce a new sideline as I go through this process of rewriting my own narrative. After the ceremony, I hung around the happy couple, getting video of them hugging various friends and relatives before going to get the Official Wedding Photos taken.

This activity put me at the back of the line to get my place card and sign the register. In my defense, I didn't know it was a line line. I thought maybe it was people milling around for the doors to open.

At any rate, I'm stuck at the back of this line, by myself, and the people in front of me are all at least there with their other people. So I have the following conversation with the people immediately in front of me:

Manda: I'm sorry, is it okay if I just go up ahead and see if--
Woman in Line: Oh, are you looking for your other half?
Manda (with authority): Yes. Yes I am.

And so I commence to delicately push to the front of this line that I don't really know is a line. I hear the woman again explain to the other people I'm asking to excuse me, "She's looking for her other half."

My "other half", is five people. Actually, it's more than five total, but at this occasion, five. K Rock, Special K, Ms. H, The Greek, and The Director. The Suz and The Kiwi and The Great Mrs. M were not in attendance, and I knew where NayNay was.

There are others. Lots of others that I know I can probably call to bail me out of whatever nonsense I get myself into. But these are my other half on a daily basis. When I kvetch, they are there. When I laugh, they are laughing with me. When I am mad, they talk me down from the ledge. When I cry, they pick me up and remind me to breathe.

And when I walk into the wedding reception, they order me a Scotch at the open bar.