til death do us part
Its been a while since I updated this thing, but I went to a wedding this weekend and was inspired to get back on track. Here are some observations I made.
Church. I am eternally grateful for the handy dandy collapsable cushion on the back of each pew. If not for that… you wouldn’t be able to see over the pew in front of you. I don’t know if you do this, but I pray that the priest will get the bride or groom’s name wrong during the ceremony. I wait for it. It will happen. I pray for it. And I’m in the right place for that.
The reception. Cocktail hour is the best part of a wedding. I’ll argue this with anyone. There is usually enough food consumed during this time period to send you home fat and content. At least at the weddings I go to. Also during this hour the conversation is still fresh. What have you been up to? What’s your story? It hasn’t become stale yet. Then there’s conga line. Who still thinks this is a relevant form of celebration? The conga line this weekend had a delightful twist where the entire line conga-ed over to the bar and took shots. Still, It is the silliest looking thing I’ve ever seen. It’s as silly as the Electric Slide, which is evidently still practiced at weddings throughout the country. In fact I can’t get past this whole group dance thing. Square dancing, Line dancing, the Dance of Universal Peace. I know it’s designed to get those of us who are either rhythmically challenged or complete wallflowers out on the dance floor, but I just can’t buy that these types of things are fun. Especially when watching your grandmother try it.