Agreement with the Enemy - Wedding (7.)
The wedding date was slowly approaching. Everybody was excited, but I was a little nervous. But the desire to have my place won out. I didn't want to go back home either. I'm sure my mom would have told me that. She's pretty convincing. It left me deaf and blind, with my memory wiped.
D-day came. The reunion was at our house, the ceremony in Čelákovice. Everything was planned so we would change into tramp clothes and go to a tramp wedding reception after the ceremony. The guys almost all played something, so there was much to look forward to.
I had borrowed a beautiful white lace dress. I could hardly breathe in it, but it made me look all the more beautiful. After the ceremony, we changed in the car and headed a short distance above Jablonec, to a beautiful mountain guesthouse with a cozy little pub.
I was pretty tired. The previous week had been quite demanding. Somehow I hadn't been able to relax and have a normal time. Although there was playing, singing, dancing, guitars, bass, food, beer flowing... Everything was. I just missed the taste. If you know me, you know I'd breathe for music and dancing. I'm a real force in that respect. Maybe even a little exhibitionist. I can get on an empty floor at the Lucerna and it's no problem. But it just didn't work out.
At one point, I had a crisis. I needed some time alone. I'd crawl into an empty room, curl up in a corner where the chairs were straight, listen to the music, and I'd want to cry. Maybe I already knew then that I had just done the biggest stupid thing of my life.
After about half an hour, he found me and took me out among the others. The party was in full swing. No one even noticed I'd disappeared for a while. With the last of my strength, I put on my "American smile", grabbed a beer, and sang along with the others, "I'm wandering till morning, I'm wandering till morning, I'm wandering till morning. I'm wandering for a week, I'm not going nice. I don't go out till morning...".
It was big and demanding. I had to calculate the expense myself. I was the only sober person in the whole pub. When I saw the poor waiter struggling in vain, I couldn't stand it and I collected myself. After all, as an accountant, I was classified to do that.
After the feast, we all moved to our rooms. The course of the wedding night, if it can be called that, is probably not worth discussing or evaluating in any way. The next day he didn't remember anything anyway. I did. The walls shook and the window panes nearly cracked. It did. But unfortunately for a completely different reason. He snored all night, and I was happy in the morning that it was over.
The next day we moved to our "home" hotel a few miles up in elevation. The manager was waiting for us. He liked us. Not just as guests. You could say we'd developed a friendship over the years. It was a short walk from the lodge. Actually, a regular stopover before heading through the woods to the campsite. From the door, we were greeted with a smile, "Ah, the suck squad has arrived." I have to admit, the description was pretty apt. Especially for the male part of our gang.
The next day, we got the party started. The champagne was flowing, the instruments weren't idle, and this time I had a good time. There's a number on each cork under the colored cap. Whoever guessed it or was closest to it paid for the bottle. We put them on the TV and made a decent-length double line. The manager kept teasing me. "Hana, where'd you put your eyes?"
Actually, I still ask myself that question to this day. What did I see in him?
5. I'm sorry - I shouldn't have married you. I should have told you it was totally stupid. We could have stayed friends and saved each other a lot of trouble. And there were.
