Once Upon A Time In Brina Land by Brina Cary
Once upon a time. It sounds like such a cliche. A pun, when compared to real life. Some people have happy endings and other people work for them. Some people also live the life of a comedy — a comedy of errors. That’s me.
My wedding was unusual, at best. It was probably destined to fail from the beginning, but it makes for one heck of a story. You see, some people turn into bridezilla. Some might even make Hannibal Lecter look like a lovable guy. Others live in denial.
It was in Las Vegas. I wore a Halloween costume. It was February. I was 19 years old.
That should say it all. If you’re enticed though, here’s the full story. My heart was broken and I jokingly agreed to marry a friend. Yep, I was one of those. As I stood in line at the courthouse for a marriage certificate, I giggled thinking it was the best joke ever. As the limo picked us up to take us to the ceremony I still laughed. As I stood in a room full of roses in a vampire Halloween costume, I began to get nervous. The officiant asked me if I did and I said “sure, haven’t got anything else better to do.” Seconds later I was married. The permanent kind of married...
As pictures were taken after the “I do” exchange you can actually see a look of utter terror cross my face. That was about the time that I realized I had to call my mother and tell her I got married in Vegas. My deeply religious mother… I’m Catholic, so that should give you a general idea of the script play going on inside my head. It was actually a month before I became brave enough to make that call. I had never been more glad than ever that there was 2,500 miles between my parents and I. That and I lived on a military base… Imagine telling your Dear Sainted Mum that you had been married in Vegas in a Halloween costume… Yeah, I was deluded enough to think the MAs could protect me.
After I realized that the wedding had truly occurred, and it wasn’t just a weird dream, I hid. I was mysteriously busy for all my holidays until I had the guts to tell my family. Turns out my brother was a rat though. My penance was a year of guilt.
So, whomever can beat this story will be entered to win a book. Just know that I'm a bit behind on my mailings because I'm a wee bit sick right now. :)