Date: August 8th, 2010
Anti-climatic, right? Yeah, that's how I felt too. I decided that this should be the thing of the day after the wedding for one, very brief reason. I was struck by how deeply sad I was that it was over. Sure, returning a tux (I went with Justin and Ryan to bring theirs back) isn't in and of itself a sad act, but it felt like watching the slow, poignant, end of an era.
You know at the end of the movie when the guy walks away into the sunset? Or after a ball game when they shut off the lights? Or after a hockey game as all the people walk to their cars and the zamboni rolls out onto the ice to smooth away the lines and scars of the game? I had that feeling. That's when it hit me - the day before there was a sort of euphoric high that came with sharing a joyful moment with friends. August 8th had the corresponding "low".
The difference between this "low" and others is that it was surprisingly somber, for me at least, but not sad. The memory lingered and brought a sense of completion. It wasn't until the people were in their places, the tuxs were returned and the parties were cleaned up after that the wedding truly felt like it was over. And now, kids, its back to the grind.
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