I have only the vaguest idea of who this guy is; I've yet to meet him. And I have yet to see a photograph that cements him as a conceptual "someone" in my mind. But in Las Vegas (was she kidding about the Elvis theme?), this coming Sunday, he'll be marrying my dear, crazy Cody.
When we attended Simone's wedding this past spring, she told me about him. I'll call him Nick. I got a scanty portrait. I can't much remember the details. I do remember the feeling I got from her as she spoke about him, though. Cody herself, as I know her now, is such a grown-up, more together, more beautiful, and seemingly softer (in a way I can't quite put my finger on) version of her teen-aged self - the one who's hung out in my mind all these years. And from the talk we had, I get the impression that Nick fits snugly in to the world that she's made. I love that for her.
I'm a combination of disappointed and relieved that they're getting married in Vegas. Disappointed, because I had such an awesome time seeing Simone get married, and I'd love to be with Cody in the same way. I would have gone to her wedding had it been nearby, no question. But I do feel relieved that I have more time to gather the emotional wherewithal I seem to think I need in order to be around old friends again. It doesn't make sense, really. I'm doing so well in other ways. But it is what it is. Luckily, they're taping it, and I'll be able to watch it later.
They sent a "Save the Date" message for a reception they're holding in early December. Considering that Cody accompanied me to Simone's wedding, I thought there was a sweet symmetry in Simone accompanying me to Cody's reception. So we've both "saved the date."
I know it's going to be fun - and honestly, an honor. Most likely, I'll be the same ecstatic, joy-filled, teary-eyed fool that I was after Simone's wedding - but I'm not feeling it just yet. Please Lord, help me find that. Help me feel that up to and past the day!