let’s drink a toast to catastrophe

From an article I wrote in June 1998:

I’ve gone from ‘Why me, Lady’ to ‘What do I do?’ And I realize I’m still close to the breaking point – but all the growth I’ve had, I can control my emotions better. But that doesn’t stop the pain.

[– journal entry, Mari]

Twelve years ago today, I attended a wedding between two people I’d never met along with people I didn’t know and some I’d just come to know. Talk about misery. I hadn’t even been in Harlan County a full week yet, and here I was, attending a wedding. Who gets married on Saturday the Fourteenth anyway? (god what a horrible movie! :lmao:) But I had to go. The entire household was going. Preston was the best man. I had no choice. I even had to run around like a complete idiot to find something to wear, which in the end wasn’t appropriate for a wedding, but it was all I had – emerald green sweater, cream rayon skirt. I was miserable.

But fun times were had as Preston pretended to carry a taser in his tux jacket – to encourage the groom to the ‘altar’ (as it were, as we were in the conference room at what used to be the Best Western). The “Dewy Twins” (although they’re not twins and I always (even now) call them Huey, Dewey, and Louie) were there (or at least I think they were there? if they weren’t, they should have been!) as were the “Two Christies” (even though they’re not related and their names were spelled different); W was there (thank the gods!); Art, Jan, Elmer, and most of the Loyall Volunteer Fire Department (seemed like anyway), Travis, Joey and his parents, his sister Melissa and her family (gods bless you, Jimmy Lee); and likely a ton of other people I’m forgetting, and how we all fit into that tiny room I have no idea. “Conference Room of Holding” – I’d believe that!

The Two Christies, W, Elmer and I all sat together. And at one point, we looked up and through the windows – the conference room was poolside – and saw that something on one of the reception tables was on fire. Kristy said, “Oooh, pretty!” And we’re all just sitting there watching the fire through the window – even the fire fighters. :lmao:

I think the highlight of the entire afternoon was the bride shoving someone into the pool. In Midnight, I related this as being the bridesmaid; in reality, I have no idea who the girl/young woman was – it even may have been the bridesmaid! (and no, it didn’t pour the rain that day as I said in Midnight; I just made that up – because I can!)

And this was just the beginning of the adventure…

We cheerfully assume that in some mystic way love conquers all, that good outweighs evil in the just balance of the universe and that at the eleventh hour something gloriously triumphant will prevent the worst before it happens – Brooks Atkinson

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.