Weddings
Act 2 Scene 8 - Weddings
(The Smoker hangs up the phone. Cigarette burns slowly.)
TS: So...C. & A.'s wedding is this weekend.
C: You gonna go?
TS: I should. I just feel so constrained at the weddings of friends that have become more distant.
C: Constrained? Like you can't get plastered, or something?
TS: Oh, no, not like that. More like the fact that I'm so full of joy and hope for them, but I'm relegated to sit at some fringe table with a group of equally distant friends, chatting with them, until the bride and groom make the rounds, greeting us all perfunctorily, and exchanging pleasant small talk. Meanwhile the close friends and family get to engage in recollecting fond memories, and talking about plans, and dreams, for the future. I just end up feeling so caged. Like I wanna just burst out with love for them, and run up, giving them both gian-ormous hugs, and laugh the night away, telling about good times gone by, and speaking of what wonderfulness the future brings for them.
C: I don't know, man, I'm sure a lot of people feel that way, too. But you gotta respect the fact that the bride and groom only have so much time, and can only give so much attention. And besides, it is their day. Not yours. Even though you are full of good intentions.
TS: Yeah, I guess I'll just sit at the back, grinning like a fool. And try not to monopolize on their time.
C: Hey, man. It may not be the easy thing to do. But I think it's the right thing to do.
TS: Alright already! I don't need moral advice from a cylinder of dead leaves.
C: Sure, sure...of course.
(Cigarette burns out, sardonically. The Smoker rolls his eyes, and tosses Cigarette into the ashtray)
(The Smoker hangs up the phone. Cigarette burns slowly.)
TS: So...C. & A.'s wedding is this weekend.
C: You gonna go?
TS: I should. I just feel so constrained at the weddings of friends that have become more distant.
C: Constrained? Like you can't get plastered, or something?
TS: Oh, no, not like that. More like the fact that I'm so full of joy and hope for them, but I'm relegated to sit at some fringe table with a group of equally distant friends, chatting with them, until the bride and groom make the rounds, greeting us all perfunctorily, and exchanging pleasant small talk. Meanwhile the close friends and family get to engage in recollecting fond memories, and talking about plans, and dreams, for the future. I just end up feeling so caged. Like I wanna just burst out with love for them, and run up, giving them both gian-ormous hugs, and laugh the night away, telling about good times gone by, and speaking of what wonderfulness the future brings for them.
C: I don't know, man, I'm sure a lot of people feel that way, too. But you gotta respect the fact that the bride and groom only have so much time, and can only give so much attention. And besides, it is their day. Not yours. Even though you are full of good intentions.
TS: Yeah, I guess I'll just sit at the back, grinning like a fool. And try not to monopolize on their time.
C: Hey, man. It may not be the easy thing to do. But I think it's the right thing to do.
TS: Alright already! I don't need moral advice from a cylinder of dead leaves.
C: Sure, sure...of course.
(Cigarette burns out, sardonically. The Smoker rolls his eyes, and tosses Cigarette into the ashtray)
posted by The Smoker at 1:17 PM
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