I have a confession. Maybe more of a disclaimer.
I've never actually seen My Best Friend's Wedding.
I started to watch it ages ago. I was at some sleepover, possibly for Girl Scouts, and I can just vaguely remember the opening sequence. But that's it. I don't remember who gets the guy or who gets married or doesn't get married or anything. My strongest memory from the night is dancing around with the other girls there and being told that I "spin too much" when I dance. (Well, years later, my nickname in pole dance class was The Spin Queen, so take that, bitches.)
Obviously, this post is not going to be about that movie. Or about spinning.
It is, however, kindof about pole dancing.
Or at least it's about one of my best friends, who I would never have known if it weren't for pole dancing.
I've known Jessica for around seven years now. I've been friends with her and Sandi since I impulsively decided to take a pole dancing class after seeing Michelle Mynx perform at a burlesque show (which I also went to rather impulsively). You can read more about pole dancing in this previous post.
We've traveled together, partied together, performed together, and supported each other like friends are supposed to do.
And, last Friday, Jessica got married.
I'm not going to lie, it was the best wedding I've ever been to.
This is not to say that all the other weddings I've been to have sucked. They haven't. But this one managed to surpass them all, in spite of the two reception venue changes and all the regularly scheduled wedding stress.
What made it so great? Well, it wasn't just because I got to hear one of my poems actually read aloud to an actual audience (even though that was truly incredible and I didn't once tackle the officiant to read it myself). And it wasn't just because I got to go on a tour of The Fox Theatre and be a complete theatre geek and fangirl about being allowed both onstage and backstage.
And it wasn't just because the bride wore black and a lesbian burlesque performer married them in the lobby of The Fox (though that probably helped some).
|Gorgeous photo courtesy of Carrie Meyer at Insomniac Studios.|
Instead, it might be because I've rarely seen two people so well-suited to each other.
And it might be because I'm finally coming more fully around again to the idea of love and marriage, particularly of love and marriage between two best friends. And that's exactly what Chris and Jessica are. They are best friends as well as lovers. They cosplay together. They're crazy cat people together. They enjoy each other's company, while fully realizing that neither one of them is perfect. They are geeks and nerds of the highest and most excellent level. And they have the creepiest bathroom I've ever been in.
(And they let me come over and watch Game of Thrones.)
I may be cynical and judgmental about many things, but I can't be about Chris and Jessica. They are one of the most genuine couples I know, and I'm so very glad that I got to be a part of their amazing day.
And that I got to be able to make a zombie wedding cross-stitch. You know, priorities.
To be honest, it's been a long time since I've been able to actually enjoy other people's weddings. Back when I was unhappily married, I always felt a strange sense of loss when my friends would get married. I think I subconsciously knew that they were about to experience something I never had, and I was jealous of how happy they looked. I didn't know how to be a part of that, even though, in theory, we were all part of the same "club."
But Friday? Friday was different. I'm not the cynical, unhappy person I once was. Or, at the very least, not as cynical. I'm not jealous anymore, not looking for anything missing. It's a nice feeling, really, to be more fully part of someone else's happiness instead of envious of it.
Mark and I have decided that there's little point in anyone else ever getting married after Chris and Jessica. There's no real way to top it, in my opinion. Mark has declared that he's not even bothering to wear a suit for our wedding, just a T-shirt with a tux printed on the front. (I think we all know that's not actually happening, but I can understand his sentiments.)
So, our wedding won't be like Chris and Jessica's. And that's fine. Because it's not a contest for me anymore. And for that I'm so incredibly grateful.