Wedding

I was at a wedding and reception over the weekend, which was probably the first real wedding I have ever been to (other than when I was really little). It was a good wedding, I think most people had a good time and it was pretty well done. Now I know weddings are a lot of work to plan, but still I gotta say that I was at least a little bit surprised by just how much time, money, and effort it must have taken to prepare for the wedding. And that now I am a little afraid for the day that I eventually get married. They show your embarrassing baby pictures, you gotta kiss the bride every time people start tapping their glass with a fork, and worst of all, you gotta get up and dance a lot.

Anybody that knows me knows that I am not a dancer. Mostly because I am uncoordinated, and being tall and skinny makes me look even more awkward. See, I don't enjoy it, so I don't do it, which makes me a worse dancer, and ends up making me enjoy it even less. You see how it goes.

Anyways, I was just thinking how it will probably be many years before I get the chance to go to another wedding. It seems like almost all of my friends either just got out of a relationship or weren't seriously dating anybody to begin with. The only reason I even got to go to this wedding was because Olivia was a bridesmaid and I was her "date." It's all good though, that means my boys won't be tied down as family men anytime soon and we can still hang.

I think the only person who blinks more in pictures than me is Olivia. Seriously, that girl's eyes are closed more of the time than open. And if you happen to try to take a picture of us two, chances are high that either one of us (or both) will blink. The chances skyrocket further if a flash is used. You can practically bet on it.

I hate wearing a suit and tie. Ties make my neck stiff and sweaty. And suits, they make me feel like I am some sort of Japanese businessman or something. I know it doesn't make much sense, but that's how I feel. Anyways, when I'm wearing a suit, I am so afraid to spill anything on it, because I am too lazy to take things to the dry cleaners. And am I the only person who can't tell the difference between suits? Single-breasted, double-breasted, Armani or not, 3 buttons or 4, black/navy/gray/brown/green, it all seems the same to me. Same with tuxes. At least women's dresses are more creative in style.

One thing I love, though, is wrinkle-free shirts. 30% cotton, 70% polyester, 0% ironing for this lazy boy. From now on, I am buying exclusively wrinkle-free items. Wrinkle-free T-shirts, pants, socks, boxers, and maybe for Olivia's birthday, I will get her some wrinkle-free shoes. haha

Open bars are cool, but they are never really open bar because you should still tip. That's ok, it's a lot better than paying like 8 bucks for a rum & coke or 5 for a bottle of beer. If it weren't for a silly "wedding reception" going on, I might have just planted myself by the bar all night.

Being a DJ seems like kind of a cool job, but it's probably only fun for like the first 2 or 3 times you do it. After a while, it's gotta get pretty repetitive and annoying. I mean really, how many times can you hear Y-M-C-A before you absolutely flip out? Oh by the way, when the DJ came to our table and asked for requests, I did NOT ask him to play any Britney Spears songs. The little flower girl at our table took care of that. Nice eh.

The funniest thing (in my opinion) that happened at the reception was when the bride threw the bouquet and the groom threw the garter. Of course, the bouquet was snatched up quickly, but the garter landed right in the middle of the crowd of guys. All of us just kind of backed off like it was kryptonite or something, until the little ringbearer boy picked it up. I guess none of us is getting married for a while, but it's all good cause it doesn't seem like any of the guys really wants to get married anytime soon.