The Engagement Party
It's October thirteenth, 1999. I am going through my old photo albums in my small, lonely, one-bedroom apartment in Chicago. I stumble upon one particular picture that makes me stop. It's a picture of me. A 20-year younger version of Ellie. I look so much younger in the photo. So much prettier. I have thick, curly brown hair that hangs to my shoulders. My eyes are big and brown. My teeth are straight and porcelain; I have a great set of pearly whites. I am sitting on a hideous floral chair and wearing a disgusting sweater with different colored hearts on it; things that were in style twenty years ago. I am wearing a very fake and nervous smile on my face, which makes it look like I am trying to hide something. Next to …show more content…
About an hour later people are beginning to show up for the party. After it's all said and done, there are about 50 people in our house and in the backyard, consisting of our closest friends and family. I am trying my hardest to act normal and not let anyone see through my emotions. One positive about this party is that it is acceptable to drink in this setting. We eat dinner; a wonderful meal consisting of barbecue pulled pork sandwiches, mashed potatoes, and different assortments of potatoes chips, fruits, and vegetables. Sitting on the couch eating are my bridesmaids, and my maid of honor, Alyssa.
"Are you excited for the wedding?" Alyssa asks me.
A long pause. I freeze up, not knowing what to say.
"Yeah!" I reply emphatically to try and cover up my hesitation.
It's time to start opening gifts. There are about 10 or so gifts wrapped up in a pile, and plenty of cards. I open up the first gift, and it is some fine china. I move on to the next gift; it's a silverware set. Some of the other gifts we received included glasses, mugs, other kitchen-essentials, and some picture frames with pictures of Zeke and I with our friends and family. There's one gift let. I open the card that is associated with it. The card is opened with "To the Smithson's." Zeke's last name. That is when it hits me, and becomes all too real. I grab Alyssa and run into the bathroom crying.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa chill out dude. What's wrong?"
"I can't do this! I cannot marry Zeke!" I reply, sobbing hysterically. I chug some of my
It's October thirteenth, 1999. I am going through my old photo albums in my small, lonely, one-bedroom apartment in Chicago. I stumble upon one particular picture that makes me stop. It's a picture of me. A 20-year younger version of Ellie. I look so much younger in the photo. So much prettier. I have thick, curly brown hair that hangs to my shoulders. My eyes are big and brown. My teeth are straight and porcelain; I have a great set of pearly whites. I am sitting on a hideous floral chair and wearing a disgusting sweater with different colored hearts on it; things that were in style twenty years ago. I am wearing a very fake and nervous smile on my face, which makes it look like I am trying to hide something. Next to …show more content…
About an hour later people are beginning to show up for the party. After it's all said and done, there are about 50 people in our house and in the backyard, consisting of our closest friends and family. I am trying my hardest to act normal and not let anyone see through my emotions. One positive about this party is that it is acceptable to drink in this setting. We eat dinner; a wonderful meal consisting of barbecue pulled pork sandwiches, mashed potatoes, and different assortments of potatoes chips, fruits, and vegetables. Sitting on the couch eating are my bridesmaids, and my maid of honor, Alyssa.
"Are you excited for the wedding?" Alyssa asks me.
A long pause. I freeze up, not knowing what to say.
"Yeah!" I reply emphatically to try and cover up my hesitation.
It's time to start opening gifts. There are about 10 or so gifts wrapped up in a pile, and plenty of cards. I open up the first gift, and it is some fine china. I move on to the next gift; it's a silverware set. Some of the other gifts we received included glasses, mugs, other kitchen-essentials, and some picture frames with pictures of Zeke and I with our friends and family. There's one gift let. I open the card that is associated with it. The card is opened with "To the Smithson's." Zeke's last name. That is when it hits me, and becomes all too real. I grab Alyssa and run into the bathroom crying.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa chill out dude. What's wrong?"
"I can't do this! I cannot marry Zeke!" I reply, sobbing hysterically. I chug some of my