So it is evidently wedding season. At the beginning of the summer I had four weddings to attend. Now there are weddings popping up all over the place! I'm talking like, eight. And sadly, three of them are on the same day in completely different locations around the state :(. If I tried to attend all three of them, I'd spend most of the day driving...how exactly do you pick which friend's wedding to attend? The one who got engaged first? The one you consider yourself closest to? (who also got engaged first, and who is also good friends with Cameron) The awesome co-worker who worked her butt off for the writing center? The high school friend who is getting married, which is something she's been dreaming about since before I knew her? I really want to go to all of them, but it's just not possible. Curse you for being the most popular day to get married, random Saturday!
Other wedding topics to curse:
Tiffany and cartier engagement rings for being so beautiful and SO expensive (I don't even dare look up the cartier prices...I know Tiffany is like 4000+).
And the same goes to you, wonderful designer wedding gowns that are exactly what I want minus the 3000 dollar price tag.
Curse wedding shops I would love to peruse but feel like I can't walk into because I'll be bombarded by judgy people who think that I just want to dirty the pretty satin with my grubby fingers since I'm not actually getting married (I'm paranoid...or am I? The one time I walked into a bridal shop, the people were really nice until they found out that neither me nor Casey were engaged. Then they treated us like spawn of Satan until we left).
Curse cultural halls for basketball hoops and lines on the floor and carpeted walls. I've never gotten the whole gym in a wardhouse thing. A "cultural hall" makes me think it'll be used for like, singing. And dancing. and performing. Not young men playing basketball while the young women learn how to knit, or whatever the heck we did back then. Why not have a portable basketball hoop, a dance floor, and no carpet on the walls so that events can happen there without the weird feeling of "this is a gym. Why are we having a wedding reception/potluck dinner/performance/etc in a gym?"**
**I mean no offense to those whose wedding reception was in the cultural hall. It is an economical and convenient location, and I've seen many lovely pictures of cultural hall receptions. My sister had her reception in our cultural hall. But it's just not for me. Which I'm sure my mom is thrilled about.
Curse...well, I can't think of anything else to curse, really. Moving on.
Tonight I finished watching Moulin Rouge for the kajillionth time with Cameron, and I want to talk about that, but I've realized that my posts are pretty freaking lame without pictures and I can't figure out how to post them. Someone help me so I can have a my favorite movies, aka "probably the longest post ever written by anyone in the history of the interwebs" extravaganza sometime this week?
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