Dear Diary,
Apparently Ken and I need to be in the same room for the ceremony. I picked Hawaii because it's far from everybody we know. Ken wants a first dance (I will definitely have to wear gloves for that) and we have been arguing about a wedding song. I chose 'I Could Have Danced All Night' from My Fair Lady. How many times have I seen that movie? I love it. I admire Eliza's perseverance and determination and her clothes. Will agreed ICHDAN was very romantic (Quality #37). Oh why can't Ken have such taste in music? He wants The Thong song. So uncouth, so low-brow. I would be humiliated dancing to that. Alas, it is Ken's wedding day too, and I remembered that the kids had done those mash up songs a couple of weeks ago, so I suggested that perhaps we could ask Will if he could mash our songs together. I really don't think they go together, but if anyone can do it, Will can. Ken thought it was a great idea. He's worried I'll step on his toes. Ken has had all of his toe nails removed. I can barely write that without feeling sick. He doesn't believe I can dance. I did have ballet lessons when I was a kid. Will graciously said he'd give us the dance lessons as a wedding present (Quality #38). I'm grateful, excited and nervous.
Later that day, Quinn and Finn came in for advise on how to be cool. Me! I was the most uncoolest girl at school. Not that that means I don't know what it takes to be cool. Then I lost all train of thought: Will walked passed and he was wearing his sunglasses that make him look SO SEXY. (Quality #39: great taste in sunglasses). The words 'Sunglasses, so sexy' just slipped out. I tried to reinforce the idea that being popular doesn't really matter. It doesn't matter what other people think as long as you're happy with who you are. I think they liked the idea of sunglasses better though.
I went to meet Will. I wore my cousin Betty's wedding dress. We were obsessed with Princess Di's wedding dress. Now that was a fairytale wedding, only it never really had a happy ending but that's why we have fairytales, as compensation for the lack of romance in real life. We thought it economical to share a wedding dres but actually I think the dress is bad luck. Princess Diana's and Betty's marriage both failed. Oh Diary, Will's dancing was so…sexy. Then he tripped over the voluminous material of the dress we fell over and I landed on top of him. I was in his arms again! I couldn't stop looking at his mouth. I could have kissed him if I'd wanted to. How could I have? I hadn't brushed my teeth.
Dear Diary.
During our lunch break Will took me to buy a new wedding dress (Quality #40: how many men would do that?) I chose something reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn. When I stepped out of the change room, I knew Will thought I looked good. He was mesmerized. He couldn't take his eyes off me. We looked so good together. We danced to my song and diary, I really could have danced all night with him. He made me feel like I was floating. His arms didn't push or pull me, his feet were so light; we glided as one being. At the end of the song, we stared into each other's eyes, only this time he seemed lost in mine. I had my hand on his heart and I could feel his heart beat. He kept stroking my fingers. It was a feeling so sublime. Then it was over. He promptly left. Lucky we travelled in separate cars.
I barely cleaned anything tonight. I kept thinking about our dance and smelling the wedding dress for the residue of Will's scent.
Dear Diary,
Will came to my office today. He was so sad. The two songs don't go together but we both know that. 'They're both good songs though' I said. We both know we weren't talking about the songs.
