Monday, May 29, 2006
A surprisingly pleasant wedding
You might recall that I was dreading going to a wedding this weekend. Well it was yesterday, and it really wasn’t so bad. I was quite surprised. First of all the location was someplace by the ocean owned by Donald Trump. Goodness gracious how much did this couple blow on their wedding? You could see the ocean for miles where the ceremony was held. The menu was another fine example of extravagance (but don’t get me wrong, I’ll happily partake in extravagance when it only cost me a wedding gift.) Here’s what they served:
Lobster AND filet mignon? At one of Donald’s joints? Seriously, you could put a downpayment on a house for what they spent. I heard just the dress alone was $10,000. Holy f-ing crap! That’s almost a small car! Yet these are not rich people. They are part of my sweety’s family and have average jobs like the rest of us. I guess they’ve just been saving a long, long time. But to blow it all on a one-day event? I’d rather keep the cash, have a civil union in front of a judge with the closest family members, and then blow it all on a month-long honeymoon. Heck yeah! Hawaii and Venice baby!
But anyway, the food made the confusing drive over there worth it. It made waiting an hour for the ceremony to start while sitting in uncomfortable chairs worth it. The appetizers that the waiters circulated around while the guests waited for seating were mouth-watering. The waiters started encouraging me to take two because they recognized me as that girl who never refused an appetizer tray passing by. Mushroom caps stuffed with crab salad, smoked salmon with a tiny bit of caviar on squares of hash browns, mmmmm it was all good.
When it came time to dancing, lucky for me I managed to wear a reasonably comfortable pair of shoes. I say reasonably because to me sneakers are comfortable. Anything else is merely tolerable. They passed around these glow-in-the-dark things, it was so cool. I put one on my head, around my neck, and around each arm. I think all that glowing sufficiently distracted people from the fact that I dance like a 12-year-old, so I didn’t mind being on the dance floor.
When it was finally time to head home, everyone decided they wanted to follow me to the freeway, because apparently I knew where to go. As if I lived there. In one of those multi-million-dollar homes overlooking the ocean. I wish. I managed to make only one wrong turn, and was actually surprised when I saw the sign for the freeway. I was fully expecting to have to make two more u-turns. After the freeway though, they were on their own. I stepped on the gas and watched their headlights turn into tiny pinpoints in the distance. It was finally safe to hold my sweety’s hand. A fitting end to a surprisingly pleasant day.
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