The Wedding was in Philadelphia Suburbs (New Jersey).
Philadelphia Suburbs (New Jersey) are Suburbs about inventing the Suburbs. At first no one lived in New Jersey, and they called it The Garden State, because the only things there were plants and things that went into salad. But it was surrounded by big cities, and when the car was invented Realities realized they could work in those cities without having to actually live there in the overcrowding and danger and stink. Then they all moved to New Jersey where they finally had enough room to build things like indoor shopping malls, strip malls, mini-malls, mega-malls, outlet malls, and outdoor shopping malls.
To get to the Wedding you had to go past an indoor mall and sneak between two strip malls, where it surprisingly opened up into an original Garden with grass and trees and vegetables and a lake. Beside that was a big white tent and rows of chairs and a whole lotta New Realities.
As soon as I walked in I almost felt like The Goddess of Faith had never existed before. Wolf&Lamb were young Reality Travelers, but everyone at their Wedding were somehow strange looking old Adults. They were all in pairs, and their clothes were way fancier than mine. The men wore neckties and shiny shoes, and the color of their jackets and pants were an exact match. The women were in bright colored dresses of fine materials and wore jewels all over, and when the sun hit them it would shoot a beam of light at your eyes. There were so many Adults you couldn’t see anything else. I didn’t know where Wolf&Lamb were, and I wondered if I was even at the right wedding at all.
Suddenly someone came up from behind and grabbed my arm. The grip was strong, and they used it to march me thru all the Adults to an opening near the lake. There several guests had been lined up in a row like they’d committed an unforgiveable crime against The Wedding, and a MeNotzie firing squad was going to execute them all. Organizing the whole scene were several Realities in red jackets, who had the purpose and teamwork of a colony of army ants.
“Wedding Planners,” I said to myself.
One was The Queen Ant, and she held up a clipboard and called out the orders.
“Make them come here, make them stand there, make them stay still, we’re running out of time!” she was saying.
Others were Soldiers Ants following the orders, swiftly moving around people up to twice their size with brute arm-grabbing force. Some were Worker Ants scrambling to arrange flowers and furniture. And at the center of it all, there was one Drone Ant with a camera, taking pictures of the whole creepy crawly process.
The Soldier who had me by the arm had orders to interrogate me.
“Which side are you on?” the Soldier asked me.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Wolfgang’s or Elaine’s?”
“Wolfgang’s or Elaine’s?!”
“I think I might be at The Wrong Wedding.”
“Wolfgang’s or Elaine’s?!”
“Do you mean Wolf&Lamb?”
“Yes, the Bride or Groom?!”
“Um… The Bride&Groom.”
“What do you mean ‘&’?”
“I know both of them.”
“No one knows both of them.”
“I do. I met both of them pretty much at once.”
“Reality Travel Training School.”
“Where is that?”
Then they hadta bring in The Queen to figure it out.
“I don’t know which group to put this one in,” The Soldier said.
“We don’t have time for this,” The Queen said.
“But what do we do with him?”
“Which side is he on?”
“He says he’s not on a side,”
“Everyone’s on a side. Where’s he from?”
“The Mountains or something.”
“Mountains? There are no mountains here.”
“That’s what he says.”
“Then put him in The Mountain Group.”
“But I don’t think anyone else here is from there.”
Then The Queen turned to me directly.
“Who else is with you from The Mountains?” she asked.
“No one,” I said.
“What about your date?”
“I don’t have one.”
“What do you mean? You’re here alone?”
The Queen looked at me like no one had ever answered the question that way before. Then she shook her ahead and shouted out, “He’s all alone. Just do it with him alone!”
Then the Soldier forced me to march again to the very edge of the water. There they used their hands to move several parts of my body like my back and arms and chin so that everything was rigid and pointing up. When they finally backed away, I was able to realize Wolf&Lamb were actually standing on either side of me. They were rigid and pointing up, too, and they were not in their regular t-shirt and jeans Traveler Uniforms either. Wolf was in a shiny silver Tuxedo, and Lamb was in a white dress that was so long it had to lay on the ground behind her.
“Wolf,” I said, turning my head towards him.
“Don’t move!” The Planners yelled.
Then the Soldier came back and moved my face back to where it was.
“What is this Reality?” I had to say to Wolf without moving my face.
“Hell,” Wolf said without moving his face.
“What should we do?” I asked.
But before he could answer the Planners yelled at us all to smile and kept yelling until our smiles were big and perfect enough. Then we were blinded by multiple bright flashes.
“Got it,” the Camera Drone said.
“Get him out of here, and bring in the next one,” The Queen said. “Time is precious!”
Before my eyes had adjusted and I could say anything else to Wolf&Lamb, the Soldier grabbed me again and marched me away. I found myself back in the crowd of Adults, all Realities I’d never seen before in my life, and I realized there was no one else to help me MeToo them but me.