There was a limo outside our house. My father was taking my sister and I for our visit. It made no sense.
There were lights on the ceiling, and a mirror, and a long sofa, and champagne in ice, and a TV-VCR with a clock that blinked 12:00. Dad brought a couple of movies and said we could watch them later. Fantasia in the big plastic box. Fantasia.
When we got to Nana's I was changed into a readymade suit off a double-decker hanger. A boutineer was fastened to my lapel.
"It's an important honor to be a groom's best man at a wedding," my father said, "and that's why I chose you, buddy!" The words meant nothing, but I liked being the 'best man.'
Andy appeared and put his arm around Dad. "Maybe he should've planned the bachelor party."
An hour later we were in a restaurant function room with twenty or so other people. There were a complicated series of doors to get to the room. There was a woman in a suit at the front of the room. I did the things my Dad told me to do. We were at his wedding. He was getting married. There was talking. I handed my dad the rings that he and his wife wore. They were happy.
I didn't know what I was, but I felt jammed into the suit. I felt obligated and surprised. I felt stuck.
We moved into another room. There was a dinner, and I was at the corner of a table. Glasses clinked. They kissed, and everyone sighed.
"Are you going to make a toast, buddy?"
I stood, and raised my glass. There was a photographer.
"All I have to say is, this is a Kodak moment."
Everyone looked at me in confused silence. Dad took me and put me between him and his wife. The photographer raised the camera, and I raised my middle finger.
Fantasia played in the limo. It was late. I dozed off to the music and the colors.