An adventure when not writing

This arvo i was in the car with my father. He took me into the city so i could spend some birthday money. When i say money i mean pre-paid debit card like thing. Like gift vouchers but more high tech. I have a friend who use to run her own business and she use to have written gift vouchers. They worked just fine. But it is the modern age and so you just have to suck it up and move forward. Even if it seems like a lot of waste because, while paper is eventually degradable or the very least recyclable, no one has offered a recycling system for used plastic debit cards.

I seem to have got slightly off track. I didn’t mean to do that. Sorry. What i wanted to talk about really was the conversation we had in the car on the drive home. It started innocently enough when i got back in the car. I thought there were a lot of cars about. So i said something dull like “gee, there are a lot of cars about”. He replied that he also thought this and he had seen more men in suites and little kids in pretty party clothes than you would expect. We kept thinking about this as we went to leave the car park. The car park is over the road from some churches. In fact two churches, both large, both of slightly different dispositions.

From our independent and intrepid sleuthing this led us both to deduce that a wedding was on. Well, it is summer and a Saturday. Which is when i would have a wedding. If i were ever to have one. Though not in a church, obviously. A winery perhaps. Or the museum. Somewhere that means people would have something else to do and to look at besides me. I seem to have wandered off track again. Sorry. Anyway it was this summation which was quite innocuous that turned a normal half-hearted, dull conversation into so much more. It happens when you least expect it.

I said without thinking “...can you just imagine me walking down a church aisle in a wedding dress, probably involving lace or something...?”

I was laughing to myself ‘cause really it is not something even i can imagine myself doing. Things got a little “tense” with my father’s reply”

“well i can’t really imagine you finding a man who would want to....”

And then even he paused. He was about to say “...walk down the aisle with you”. Wasn’t he.

The bastard.

It is a sad, sad day when even your own father finds it difficult to imagine anyone wanting to marry you.

Anyway i have got over it now. I do have a lovely new dress (heavily reduced) and silver bracelet (because the dress was so incredibly reduced) thanks to my sister giving me a debit card thingy. I look good in it too. Even if i am destined to have no man to look at me in it!
Not that i am in any way bitter.

*grin*