Somebody's getting married

He was getting married. I was there. They were holding the event at a property my family owned. We kept gravitating towards each other, being in the same place, talking with our heads close together, and his family would come trooping through, or the bride to be (some faceless, bumpy creature) would come in and I’d have to move away. It was a prolonged dance. I believe, in the end, that they ended up getting married despite my urgings to the contrary.