Brady waited until the very last minute to tell me that his cousin’s wedding in New York City was a black tie wedding. I was super frustrated because I don’t have any black tie attire just hanging out in my closet and I didn’t have time to shop because I was busy slaving away at work because Diana’s replacement was coming. More on that later. So anyway, I ended up finding a long black dress on my lunch break so it was fine but still. Men just don’t think ahead.
As soon as we got to New York, we went to the hotel where all of Brady’s family was staying and where the wedding reception was being held. It was already 8:00 New York time by the time we got there so we missed most of the annoying family stuff. We checked into our room and started unpacking and getting ready for bed when one of Brady’s other cousins called to say that they were going to the bar after dinner. My kind of people! So we quickly changed and met them at a bar in East Village.
Brady hardly ever talks about his cousins or his dad’s side of the family or really anything, if we’re being honest. So I wasn’t sure what to expect (although if they were partying in East Village I figured they were nothing like his mom’s family). On the way over, Brady gave me a super brief overview of the people we were meeting up with.
We were greeted at the door of this disgusting dive bar by a really big guy with red hair and an even redder face. He had on preppy khaki shorts and Birkenstocks even though it was chilly out and an NYU pullover. He reminded me of Jonah Hill before the weight loss transformation.
“Baby Brady!” he mock squealed and the two hugged.
When they pulled apart, Jonah elbowed Brady out of the way so he could see me and said, “Is this your special lady?”
“Yeah, this is Reese,” Brady replied.
The cousin stuck his hand out to shake mine and introduced himself as Landon. His hand was really clammy.
“No offense, but I’m not going to bother remembering your name. Brady has a different date every time I see him,” Landon said.
I scoffed, offended. I looked from Landon to Brady, unsure of what to say.
“I’m kidding!” Landon laughed, putting his big, meaty arm around me. I ducked away from him and glared at Brady. He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.
We walked to the bar where everyone else was. I was already ready to go because Landon had pissed me off, but also because the bar had graffiti on the walls, ceiling and floor. It was just not my scene and I didn’t want to ruin my shoes.
I met Landon’s brother, Logan, who was a hot lawyer. He had serious JFK vibes going on. Then there was another cousin, Matthew, who seemed older than all of us and Matthew’s wife, Dana. Honestly, none of us looked like we belonged in the bar with our bright colors, expensive shoes and clean nails, but I feel like they all just wanted to rebel.
Brady sat down and ordered a beer and at first I was too grossed out to sit down or drink anything. Then I realized that I couldn’t just stand there watching everyone else drink so I made Brady scoot over and I ordered a Jack and Coke. It just seemed fitting.
They started talking about the bride, Holly, and calling her a needy bitch. It was so rude. So I said, “Of course she’s needy, she’s getting married. She has every right to be a bridezilla.”
Landon said, “Hush it, you. What was your name again?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, preparing to rip him a new asshole but then he broke out into a huge grin and told me he was joking.
“You’re annoying,” I mumbled.
I didn’t want to alienate myself completely so I began talking to Logan. I started by asking if Landon was always like that. Logan gave Landon an amused look and chuckled.
“Yeah, Landon has his foot in his mouth about 50% of the time. The other 50% it’s fried chicken.”
So that’s how Logan and I became friends. He kind of talked like Brady, but much less serious. He seemed more laid back. I tried really hard not to be flirty at all, but I started to feel like we were in a job interview. I felt like Anna. And that’s just not me so I started being myself.
After we left the dive bar, we took the subway back to the hotel. Between the dive bar and taking public transportation, I thought Brady’s dad’s side of the family must be much less uptight than his mom’s side. We ordered a bottle of wine and hung out in Landon and Logan’s hotel room talking. I was really surprised when they opened the window and started smoking weed. They didn’t even discuss it, Landon just pulled out a joint and they started passing it around without any interruption to our conversation. Like, okay.
This was on Friday after the Paris terrorist attacks and they started talking about it. It was a huge news story and I decided to play Devil’s advocate. Maybe it was too soon, but I wasn’t trying to be insensitive at all. Brady looked surprised.
Landon gave me a look like he wanted to strangle me and said, “Oh you’re one of those people?”
“What people? It was just a question,” I replied.
Landon leaned over with his elbows on his knees and put his chin(s) in his hands. “Let me guess: you’re all for immigration so shit like this can happen on a daily basis here too?”
I totally shouldn’t have said anything. This was precisely why I don’t ever state my opinion about anything remotely political. I wasn’t about to argue with him so I grabbed Brady’s glass of wine and drank it. Landon started ranting and no one was really listening and eventually I started yawning loudly and Brady suggested we head to bed.
We hadn’t seen his parents since we arrived in New York, but we ran into them in the hallway.
“There you are!” Brady’s mom exclaimed. “I have called you over four times, Brady. I had no idea if you even made it.” She shot me a dirty look like it was somehow my fault that Brady didn’t answer her phone calls.
“I’m sorry. I haven’t checked my phone,” Brady said.
His mom looked back and forth between us like she was so frustrated and irate that she couldn’t even form words. Finally she said, “I will see you in the morning.”
“K, bye,” I said.
I swear she rolled her eyes at me before they walked off.
The next morning, we had to get up and get ready to go to breakfast with all of Brady’s family at the hotel. After my encounter with Landon, I was not excited about it. I vowed to just look pretty and keep my mouth shut the entire meal. We met Brady’s parents in the hallway so we could take the elevator down to breakfast together. His mom insisted. She took one look at my outfit and decided not to even greet me. I thought my sweater dress, boots and topknot were super New York and super appropriate. But whatever.
Breakfast was fine. No one really paid attention to me after the initial introduction and I was totally okay with it. They were all very pretentious though, just as I expected. Scallop omelettes were being served and one of the aunts said, “I wish they would have used sea scallops for this.” And then the table proceeded to have a fifteen minute conversation about sea scallops versus bay scallops. Like who fucking cares.
After breakfast, Brady’s parents invited us to go to some indoor garden with them. His mom explained that it was beautiful and serene and we could probably both benefit from visiting it. How can you benefit from a garden? But anyway, we agreed.
The garden was nice, I guess. Brady’s parents walked ahead of us hand in hand, looking at all the different greenery. Brady had been kind of distant since arriving in New York and neither of us were talking. Sometimes he just needs space so I didn’t push it. Occasionally I’d point out a pretty flower or something and he would just nod.
The wedding was that evening at a Catholic church near Times Square. The service and everything was so beautiful that I almost cried even though I hadn’t even met the bride and groom yet. I’m also not even Catholic.
We had a motorcade that took us back to the hotel for the reception. They’d transformed the ballroom into this really over the top purple and glittery scene that looked like it could have been in Frozen. I hated it. For those wondering, I want a minimalistic all white wedding and reception with no bling aside from my jewelry. I literally want to be the center of attention, obviously.
Anyway, I finally met Holly when she began making her way around the tables. She was a bit older than Brady, with a long sleeved wedding dress and a chignon. If Logan is JFK then she is Elizabeth Taylor. She is definitely the high society wannabe type. She hugged me and air kissed me on both cheeks then uttered the words I’d been waiting for someone to ask me all night. “I love your dress. Who’s it by?”
So we began discussing our attire and I let Holly in detail explain the development of her dress and jewelry (all made in Italy) from start to finish. I could tell she had not only been waiting for the topic to come up, but also that she’d been rehearsing it. I loved her.
I met a Serbian guy named Steven who was friends with the groom. He had big bushy eyebrows, a prominent nose, a fantastic jawline and he was very handsome. I talked to him for a little bit while I was checking out the chocolate fountain. He had a thick accent that made it hard to communicate, but I think he said he owns a solar factory or something. I really don’t know. I did that thing where I nodded and asked general questions that made it seem like I was listening. He suggested we exchange numbers, but I declined and went back to the table.
Later on, I got up to get more chocolate dipped strawberries and ran into Steven again. There was a live piano player and he grabbed my waist so I could dance with him. I suddenly got really hot and embarrassed that he was touching me like that.
“No, it’s okay,” I giggled uncomfortably while pulling away.
Steven like, growled then grabbed my wrist with one hand and kept the other hand on my waist like we were ballroom dancing. I tried to push him off without making a scene, but he was really strong and his arms were big.
“Seriously, stop,” I said sternly and then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I glanced over and saw a ringed hand and realized that it was Brady’s dad.
“Why don’t you join us back at the table?” he said in a low voice.
Steven seemed to get the hint and released me and I followed Brady’s dad back to our table feeling like a bimbo. I was annoyed to see that Landon was sitting in my chair and he and Brady were engrossed in deep conversation. Brady didn’t even look in my direction when I sat on the edge of his chair. No wonder his dad had to come save me.
I sat there thinking about what just happened and how it must have looked to everyone in the room. Like why do I always attract that kind of attention? I started freaking out and trying not to cry. I looked around and noticed Brady’s mom watching me, but she quickly averted her eyes. She was probably trying to figure out how she was going to get rid of me.
“So, you in?” I heard Landon ask Brady.
“Yeah. I’ll just need to change,” Brady said.
Landon saw me watching them and asked, “Is the girl coming?”
Brady looked at me like I knew what they were talking about. I didn’t even have the energy to tell Landon off for calling me “the girl” as if I don’t have a name and just shook my head no. When Landon got up to go back to his own table, Brady said, “Hey, are you okay?”
I glared at him. “I’m ready to go home.”
He nodded. “Yeah, me too.”
“Where are you going after this?” I asked.
“Just to a party with Landon in Brooklyn. Do you want to come?”
“You’re going all the way to Brooklyn? Hell no I’m not going.”
Brady looked down.
“And Landon is an asshole, by the way. I’m fucking sick of him.”
I think that was the last thing I said to Brady before we left the reception. We went upstairs and I immediately stripped my dress off and took a shower. When I got out, Brady had changed into jeans, a lightweight gray hoodie and Converse. He looked much more edgy than usual and I was not happy about it. I couldn’t believe he was going to a party without me. I know that sounds ridiculous and bratty, but what was I supposed to do while he was traipsing around Brooklyn?
“Have fun,” I said and walked past him to the bed.
He stood there awkwardly for about a minute then said, “Bye. Love you,” before walking out.
I was exhausted and fell asleep right away. Do you know what time Brady got back? Six o’clock in the fucking morning. I know New York is the city that never sleeps, but that’s ridiculous. I’d woken up a few times in the night and looked at the time and noted that he wasn’t there. When I finally heard the door open, I sat up and looked at my phone.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked.
Brady smirked at me then got in bed and we both went to sleep. We had to wake up three hours later to get ready to come back to Chicago. Apparently Brady’s mom had called him half a dozen times earlier before they left to go back to Boston so we didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to them. And Brady was too afraid to call her back.
When we were settled into our seats on the plane, on our way home, I let Brady know how unhappy I was with his behavior on the trip.
“Landon was rude and you didn’t do anything about it. I get that he’s your cousin and everything but you could have at least stepped in and told him his comments weren’t cool,” I said.
“That’s just how he is. I told you that before, Reese. He didn’t mean to be rude,” Brady replied.
“Don’t defend him. He was being rude. I don’t care how many girls you’ve introduced to him, but he needs to respect me.”
“He was joking about that.”
Neither of us said anything for a few minutes then I said, “Where were you all night?”
“At a party. I told you,” Brady said.
“It must have been some party.”
“Yeah. I wish you would have come. Actually, Anna was there…”
I didn’t even have the energy to argue with him about it. Was I supposed to be excited that he’d hung out with Anna until 6:00 in the morning? I just said, “Oh.”
Brady pulled out his laptop and I started thinking of a plan of action for when we got back to Chicago. I really wanted to pack my shit and stay with Kendra and John for a few days.
But when we landed, I wanted nothing more than to get in bed and snuggle with my boo (even though it was like two in the afternoon). On the ride home I suggested we order a pizza and recuperate all day and Brady agreed that it was a good idea. I couldn’t even stay up long enough for the pizza to be delivered. I was still so tired. I woke up around 7:00 PM on Sunday and Brady was watching a movie in the living room. Even though we had a tough weekend together, my heart was suddenly so full of love for him again (😖) and I just wanted to hug and squeeze him to death.
I have so much more to tell y’all, but it’ll have to wait. Like I said, I got a new boss and I’ve been working my ass off the past week and a half. I’m tired. Hopefully I’ll have another post up by Friday. Miss y’all!