Tuesday, May 26, 2009
It's wedding season, y'all!
I have a big announcement: I'M GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!
Someday. Groom TBD, but I'm working on it. (For explanation of the above photo, keep reading)
Memorial Day marks the official beginning of Wedding Season. For the past several years, I've been averaging two weddings per year, which is manageable. And while yes, the gifts/travel involved are tough on the wallet, I gotta be honest: I love weddings. I always have -- in 1st Grade, I dressed up as a bride for Halloween. My 1st Grade boyfriend, Colin, was supposed to dress up as the groom. When he showed up in a pirate costume instead, I knew the relationship was doomed.
This past weekend, I attended my first 2009 wedding in Rochester, NY. It was a beautiful ceremony and, as usual, I cried during the vows (as did the groom). At my own wedding, I'm sure I will start bawling as soon as my Dad starts walking me down the aisle. My Dad giving me away might be the thing I'm looking forward to most in my wedding. I mean, that and the whole committing-to-the-person-I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with business. That will be pretty cool too.
Getting married strikes me as wonderfully hopeful. The odds are against you, though the oft-repeated claim that "60% of marriages end in divorce" is not statistically accurate (according to the Census Bureau, 60% of second marriages end in divorce; the rate for first marriages is closer to 40%). When you get married, you are making a promise. You are saying to your partner, in front of your family, friends, and whatever God you believe in if you believe in a God, that you hope to love and stand by him/her no matter what. Your other relationships may have failed, but you think this one won't. You hope it won't.
But enough philosophy. How much do I love weddings? Well, for my 22nd birthday, the theme of the party was...my wedding. To Jon, my gay best friend (also celebrating a birthday). We decided we liked weddings so much that we had to have one. Check out the photos -- realistic looking, no?
We even had a cake, courtesy of Shaw's supermarket:
Who knows, maybe for our joint 30th birthday, we'll have a bar mitzvah!