Last weekend, I went to a wedding for the first time in ages and in typical fashion, it got me thinking about how I would hold a wedding. Granted, I used to have the whole pomp-and-circumstance view of how it should go: 300 person affair in a massive church, 4 bridesmaids, the crazy wedding dress that goes way over the top and the wild reception with 3 dress changes. Yeah.
It just goes to show that the passing of time really changes your view on these matters. Now, I’m entirely too practical about it. I view this event in one of two ways:
– We elope to Vegas, because hell, it’s just easier that way. Have the ceremony in 15 minutes, blow the joint and party all night in the city that doesn’t know your name,
– It’s a small affair with max 30 people, casual affair… and then we have a house party afterward.
Either way, the wedding ends with a party. Ya see? I know how to have a good time!
Yeah, I’m THAT practical. Frankly, there aren’t that many role models out there that can make you believe that marriage works anyway, so I can totally understand my friends that, while hopeful, are somewhat reluctant to take the marriage plunge.
There’s only one alternate kind of ideal wedding that I can see happening and that’s just a super cool & chill event where all my ladies carry thorny roses to shed blood with me as sisters and where the men show their solidarity with the union with their white daggers. We all shed blood, we all love it… then we go and party. Yes, blood is the greatest bond.
Don’t even start with me on this one. -_-
What it comes down to is making sure you have fun, not feeling stressed or overly prepared for the event. Yes, I’m talking about all this but my strong feeling is that the likelihood of me getting married is pretty damned slim. You know why? I’m too unusual, unique. Most people cannot appreciate all this (*points to self*) enough to want it for long-term. It’s actually why I wear a wedding ring on my finger. I’m taken — BY ME. I don’t meant to sound conceited, but I have historical relationship proof to back it all up.
Be that as it may, it’s kinda cute to think about a wedding & the niceties of it. If it were to happen, so be it, but I’m not holding my breath. Hence, why I’m doing my own thing… wait for no one, live your own life & take names and slash tires.
Scratch the last part. :)