We got our invitation yesterday to the wedding of a couple of young professionals. We've been on the e-mail roster, so have been privy to many of the steps and musings along the way. To wit: where should one honeymoon, given the availability of anywhere in the world? How many hotel rooms should be reserved in how many neighboring hostelries? Should the eve of the wedding be a casual bash, featuring copious lashings of alcohol?
The bride and the groom are high-style foodies, with special and exacting tastes. They have a website, of course, to address accommodations, driving directions, schedule of events and the inevitability of gifts. They are Registered.
It is astonishingly easy to find someone in a registry. And what you find is a spectrum of items which can be purchased from the particular emporium at a wide variety of prices. Not surprisingly, perhaps, everything in the $50 - $100 price range has already been purchased on their behalf. The big ticket items languish, all forlorn. The smart money probably goes for gift certificates.
So, ritual. We have the foamy white dress and head decor. The tuxedos and shiny black shoes. The huppa. The glass. There will no doubt be dancing, some of it with chairs. Wine will flow. Tears may flow - I'm a soppy mess as soon as the vows start rolling. Large amounts of delicious food will be consumed. People known and loved to the couple will hold forth amusingly or ponderously. And then it will be over. They will be as married as anyone ever was and off to seek their conjoined fortune.
I guess I don't like weddings much, although I had thought I was looking forward to this one. I'll definitely try to adjust my attitude before the big day.
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