I'm getting married; just before walking down the aisle the groom calls to say the best man is in another city and won't be here for another 40 minutes, but the groom wants to wait. I decide to change from an ugly wedding dress into a dark blue blouse with black pants. My roommate is playing guitar for the ceremony, and runs out of love songs while we're waiting for the best man, so she begins playing blues tunes. My hair is wet and I can't find my make-up bag, so my sister is panicking because I don't meet her "bridal beauty standards." I'm giggling a lot.