Dearest David Alan,
I don't know why it didn't dawn on me - the laws of California had changed - you'd been with your man for several years - and I know how you like to be first at everything you do. Oh yes, I forgot this other part - you know - about being the center of attention (and no less - on local television).
Still, the thought of you getting married and without me - well - it makes me kinda sad. I had these visions of us, staying up all night, doing stupid stuff...gossiping about celebrities, Busco'ites, family...watching movies...criticising actors, directors, movie studios...bitchin' and moanin' about our age, George Bush (both), and how we both should have run for public office because we're the only hard-working, honest people left in the world ;).
You know - the typical woulda coulda shouldas.
I would even have brought my Nintendo Wii and we could have played the old arcade games too. I would have kicked your ass in Donkey Kong but maybe, I would have let you win in Centipede. Maybe.
I wanted to wear a bitchin' bridesmaid dress damnit. I've never been a bridesmaid. You were my last hope!
Okay, now in all seriousness, I'm really happy for you. Everytime I re-play this, I giggle, I mist up (sometimes cry), and I roll my eyes at you for your "David-like" comments that you make throughout your ceremony.
Oh - and also - I miss you. I love you. I adore you. Thank you for letting me take a peek at your really special moment.
XOXOXOXOXO
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