Bambi

I remember the first time I watched the music video for Jidenna’s Bambi. The lyrics mattered little to me; I did not care who the lion was, neither did I understand why his grandfather’s seven wives had anything to do with his love life. Granted, he was a player, afterall to run the jungle you must be a cheater, but none of that mattered to me, no. I was more interested in how it would hurt to watch the darling love of my life get married to someone else. I did not want to imagine it, not one bit. Life though is a funny thing and I’m sure it was dancing the Macarena as it plotted it’s next move.

So, fast forward two years later, here’s me and my miserable self holding my ex lover’s wedding invitation in my hands. My younger sister had conspicuously left it where I would find it I’m sure. She’s is too much of a neatness freak to leave paper lying around, she did this on purpose! The witch.She’s getting married to someone else today, so what? I didn’t care. If you doubt me ask the half full bottle of whiskey I’ve been talking to for the past half hour. He totally agrees I’m fine, he’s the one who’s been pouring out his heart’s content for my unsolicited consumption!

Bambi is playing on the speakers again, “my dear I want you here”. My dear has not been here for a long time but it’s okay…it’s not okay, where are my car keys? I am unsure if it is me or the whiskey doing the math and plotting the route to the church but I’m riding shotgun. I need to save my energy, the whiskey can do the driving. I should still have time to catch the priest before the “forever hold you peace” bit. The only thing I’m holding right now is my piss! Why does booze make us piss? “I’m coming to fight for you my Bambi!” I yell with confidence.

*Meanwhile, somewhere in the cosmos*

Life: Yo Fate!

Fate: sup Life!

Life: nothing much pal. You still got that Macarena song?