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LJ Idol: Week 11 - "Haute"

“No, no, no! This is ALL wrong!” Daysha snapped her fingers at the wedding planner, Ernesto. “Ernie, darling, I said ‘haute couture.’ Are you daft? What are these bargain bin table cloths doing here?” Ernesto began clapping his hands furiously at his staff, instructing them in some other language to destroy the offensive table cloths. Mackenzie rolled her eyes. Spanish, she thought. It sounds like Spanish. After a few more moments of gawking in disbelief as Ernesto’s entourage jumped through Daysha’s hoops, Mackenzie realized bridezilla was speaking to her.

“Hello?! Earth to Mackenzie!” Mackenzie wondered if Daysha was aware she was two seconds from snapping her neck. “What, Daysha?” “I swear, Mackenzie. You are quite possibly the worst maid of honor in history.” She glanced at her fingernails. “Matron of honor, D. Married women with children are matrons, we are no longer maids.” Daysha shrugged, “Whatever. Anyway, as I was saying, can you believe the nerve? They’re supposed to be professional stylists. What kind of professionals would try to use Martha Stewart tablecloths for an haute couture table dressing?” Mackenzie stared blankly. “The kind of professionals that are trying to save you a little bit of money because you’re already spending enough money to buy a damn pyramid. And D, I have no fucking idea what haute couture even means, but it’s really annoying when you say that.”

Mackenzie spun on her heels and started to walk away. Daysha caught up with her. “What is your problem, Mac?” Mackenzie turned to face her best friend. A wave of sadness washed over her for the stranger Daysha had become. “D, this whole thing is a big fucking joke. People are supposed to get married for love. A wedding is not a horse and pony show, D. It’s a celebration of the union of two people who are in love.” Daysha shifted her eyes, making sure no one could hear the two speaking. “Mac, welcome to reality. Being in love is overrated. I care deeply about Michael, but what I’m in love with is his hefty bank account and the status that being Mrs. Michael Bradford will bring me. The sky’s the limit, Mac. Besides,” she looked Mackenzie up and down, “you married for ‘love’ and look where it got you: you're a broke babysitter with not even enough free time to get a manicure.” Mackenzie’s blood boiled. She jammed an un-manicured pointer finger into her friend’s chest as she spoke, “There are a lot more important things in life than money, Daysha. Maybe I don’t wear the top designer clothes and yes, maybe I do forego an occasional manicure or waxing to make sure my children are fed. But at least I’m fucking happy, Daysha, which is a lot more than I can say for what you’re going to be.” With that, Mackenzie turned to exit banquet hall. “Haute couture, my ass,” she grumbled as she stormed out.

 

*****

 

Daysha had apologized profusely, though Mackenzie suspected it was more because she would be humiliated if her matron of honor was a no-show. Mackenzie swallowed her pride and agreed to partake in the circus. The ceremony went off without a hitch and the couple shared a passionless kiss to seal the deal. Mackenzie was sickened, but Daysha had been her best friend since they were in grade school. Though she made it clear she didn’t approve of Daysha’s choices, she had an obligation to be supportive. Daysha hadn’t judged her, even when her family disowned her for marrying a man who was almost 20 years her senior. She glanced over at Tyler, “What do you think about the décor?” Tyler looked around, “I don’t know. It just kind of looks like Barney exploded in here. I’ve never seen more purple in all my life.” Mackenzie giggled.

 

About that time, the chiming of a fork against a champagne flute quieted everyone’s voices. The best man, Michael’s brother, was about to make a presentation for the newlyweds. Max had put together a photographic slide show of the couple’s history as a tribute; he was apparently a genius with all things technological.

Everyone turned to face the big screen as he spoke, “On this very special day, I would like to raise a glass to my little brother and his beautiful bride.” Max raised his glass and everyone followed suit. “My wish for you is a lifetime filled with happiness and love. Cheers!” Yea right, Mackenzie thought. “Cheers!” the crowd repeated. A lifetime of bank statements and shopping sprees is more like it. “Mike, Daysha. I have put together a little slideshow in honor of your special day.”

The lights dimmed and the screen flashed. Mackenzie’s twins climbed into her lap for the show.
Tyler scooted close to place his arm around the back of her chair. Daysha looked like a princess who was finally being worshipped the way she had always wanted to be.

 

A picture finally filled the screen. Only, it wasn’t a picture of Michael and Daysha, it was a video of Max banging Daysha from behind in some seedy motel. Gasps filled the audience. Max turned bright red as he fumbled with the remote to turn the projector off. Mackenzie covered the twins’ eyes. “Okay, that would be our cue to make an exit.”

Mackenzie and her family, along with most everyone else in the room, rose and started to leave. Daysha dashed over to her before she could reach the door. “Mac! You’re just going to leave?! I’m mortified! You’re my best friend; you’re supposed to be here for me!” Mackenzie smiled. “Daysha, I love you dearly. Which is why I wore this ridiculous paper mache dress. But I told you, marriage should be about love. Had you married someone you loved, there wouldn’t have ever been a video to humiliate you. You’ve made your bed. Now, you’ve just gotta lie in it. Now, if you’ll excuse us. This broke babysitter needs to get these kids to bed. Good luck with that,” she said as she pointed over Daysha’s shoulder at her husband and his brother who were now rolling around on the ground, attempting to fight.

 

 

Daysha was left standing there, embarrassed and alone, watching her husband and the love of her life wrestle around on the ground. “Ok,” she thought. “Maybe Mackenzie did have a point.” 

 



*Entry written for [info]therealljidol.
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basric
Jan. 29th, 2011 10:14 pm (UTC)
Excellent entry. I enjoyed reading this very much.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 29th, 2011 10:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
greathall
Jan. 29th, 2011 10:30 pm (UTC)
I expected a twist at the end, but this was a very unexpected twist. Nice job.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 29th, 2011 10:30 pm (UTC)
LOL glad I didn't disappoint.
myrna_bird
Jan. 29th, 2011 10:33 pm (UTC)
Whoa! What a story.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 29th, 2011 10:36 pm (UTC)
Thanks?
myrna_bird
Jan. 30th, 2011 11:49 pm (UTC)
Oh yes, a vote. I am sorry my comment left you with the question. It was just such a surprise to me that I had no other words at the moment.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 31st, 2011 05:11 pm (UTC)
Oh no, I was asking for a vote, I was just confused about whether or not you liked the post. I can understand being surprised speechless. Thank you for the support, btw. :)
ecosopher
Jan. 29th, 2011 10:35 pm (UTC)
What a fall from grace!

I really loved the sentences:

Mackenzie’s twins climbed into her lap for the show. Tyler scooted close to place his arm around the back of her chair.

It's just a little snapshot of a family, where everyone is comfortable and complete.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 29th, 2011 10:38 pm (UTC)
Just a reflection on how the people who seem to be the most concerned about image and status are usually the ones who have something to hide.

Exactly the picture I was trying to paint, thanks.
barrelofrain
Jan. 29th, 2011 11:09 pm (UTC)
Great story - I really enjoyed it. If I could make one small suggestion, though - I found the formatting a bit hard to read. If there could have been more paragraph breaks, perhaps when it switched from one person talking to another, I think it would have been a bit easier than the couple of huge paragraphs that it was.

That's just a technical detail, though - the actual story had interesting characters and a great twist at the end. :)
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 30th, 2011 12:10 am (UTC)
Thank you. I always welcome helpful feedback. Will try to make it easier to read!
black_aspect
Jan. 29th, 2011 11:34 pm (UTC)
Would that all bridezillas be given such a swift boot.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 30th, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)
lol
solstice_singer
Jan. 29th, 2011 11:46 pm (UTC)
Very nicely done. Haute isn't all that matters, and there's definitely a lesson to be learned from this piece. A definite vote from me.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 30th, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)
Thank you, darling. <3 As always, the support is greatly appreciated.
lawchicky
Jan. 30th, 2011 12:00 am (UTC)
Whoops!
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 30th, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)
lol
faerie_spark
Jan. 30th, 2011 05:01 pm (UTC)
Excellently written. I wasn't expecting the punch line, which is always a sign of a good writer.

beyond_my_smile
Jan. 30th, 2011 06:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much for reading and for the compliment. I really appreciate it. :)
dreamchaser
Jan. 30th, 2011 09:55 pm (UTC)
I loved this!!! A very well written cautionary tale for the bridezillas out there!! I'm sure some of them are covering something up.

Edited at 2011-01-30 09:57 pm (UTC)
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 31st, 2011 05:10 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
liret
Jan. 30th, 2011 10:44 pm (UTC)
I feel sorry for Daysha.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 31st, 2011 05:09 pm (UTC)
So do I.
comedychick
Jan. 31st, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
Man, Daysha! What a completely awful woman, which of course makes for an interesting character. I just wouldn't want to be friends with her! Loved the video description.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 31st, 2011 05:09 pm (UTC)
Me neither!
xo_kizzy_xo
Jan. 31st, 2011 12:50 pm (UTC)
I love "getting their just deserts" scenarios ;) Oh, but the humiliation -- I'm sitting here cringing :eek:

Yeah, formatting-wise...did you copy/paste this from Semagic or Notebook? Whenever I've done an entry on either the formatting gets screwed up, so I have to back into LJ and restore everything to its rightful paragraph. It's a very strange glitch.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 31st, 2011 05:09 pm (UTC)
LOL @ cringing.

Yea I did copy and paste but, in all honesty, I'm pregnant and extremely nauseous and didn't want to sit in front of the computer long enough to fix it. :\ It was my bad...
scriblesnbraile
Jan. 31st, 2011 04:16 pm (UTC)
I enjoyed reading this. The dialogue and descriptions are great. And what a twist at the end! Well done.
beyond_my_smile
Jan. 31st, 2011 05:08 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
hammaboo
Jan. 31st, 2011 07:43 pm (UTC)
I am so curious about the purple "paper mache dress" she wore as matron of honor! :D

Good job!

beyond_my_smile
Feb. 1st, 2011 12:06 am (UTC)
It was definitely haute couture!

Thank you.
onda_bianca
Jan. 31st, 2011 10:45 pm (UTC)
Ha, nice ending. Karma always sneaks its way in...
beyond_my_smile
Feb. 1st, 2011 12:05 am (UTC)
I heart karma.
similiesslip
Feb. 1st, 2011 01:08 am (UTC)
Very original and creative!:) Will these characters come back? I was starting to like Mackenzie a lot:)
beyond_my_smile
Feb. 1st, 2011 01:52 am (UTC)
It's very possible. :)
imafarmgirl
Feb. 1st, 2011 09:34 pm (UTC)
Great story with an important message in it.
beyond_my_smile
Feb. 2nd, 2011 12:54 am (UTC)
Thank you very much. :)
soprano1790
Feb. 2nd, 2011 01:09 am (UTC)
Oh wow... I really didn't expect that. I guess I should have, but I didn't think it would end like that. Sad stuff.
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