while i was out making an ill-fated attempt to escape the republic for a more urban climate, i stumbled upon a wedding party that had taken over the riehle plaza parking lot with their limousines. i didn’t get a good look at anyone, but i did notice the bridesmaids’ dresses, a pale shade of blue, were relatively ostentation-free. on the other hand, the bride’s hair was curled and all pinned up, her dress was way-embroidered and had a monster train, etc.
the women noticed some unsavory men leering from one of the depot benches, and decided to bypass walking by them in favor of cutting through the lobby on their way to the pedestrian bridge. so they passed by me instead, an unassuming girl with purple hair, black shiny pants and docs, just waiting for a ride.
… and waiting, and waiting, and waiting. a sudden storm popped up and drenched downtown, because indiana weather is whacked like that.
some time later they returned, a bit worse for wear from the downpour, and piled back into the limos. one of the groomsmen stopped in front of me and pressed something into my hands. ‘here,’ he said.
it was a white rose, the stem closely trimmed, most likely plucked from one of the bridal party’s bouquets moments before. uh, what?
i did remember to say ‘thank you’ before he walked off.
i wasn’t paying attention to much of anything, so i didn’t get more than a cursory look at the guy … tuxedo, brown hair, kinda tall? maybe a buzz cut? like i said, i wasn’t paying attention.
as he left the lobby, i heard one of the other groomsmen say, ‘you’re so romantic, brad.’ awwwwwww.