holy hell.

[kaigou]

Sitting in my mother's living room, late Saturday night after getting back from 12 hours of wedding decoration, wedding, reception, and breakdown.

Me: After all this wedding hoopla crap, if my sister's marriage doesn't even last a year, I swear I'm going to smack her.

CP: Sorry, but you misspelled "shoot". Glad to help.

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[kaigou]

Yet another marker that I'm the introvert in the family: since finishing college, I think my sister's attended at least one wedding a year, and for awhile there, it was up to three weddings a year. I've been to... hmm. Including cousins' weddings (of which I attended only one cousins' [first] wedding, and the other three, hell if I know why I wasn't there), I think I've attended... Hold on. Oh, whatever. All the fingers of one hand, and we're done. I think most people assume I have better things to do than attend their weddings, and for the most part, I do. I personally find weddings to be excruciating affairs, but then, I have a strong personal allergy to pomp and circumstance -- and anything that might, in any way, make me stand in front of (or even near) a photographer is enough to have me ducking for cover. I hate photographs with a passion rivaled only by my hatred for bad dubs, distressed damsels, and anything that mixes citrus with chocolate.

But! On the plus side, of those weddings I've attended, the smaller and more affordable, the greater the marriage's longevity. I honestly think it has something to do with having a sense of perspective, in recognizing that "the wedding" is just a one-day thing, really, and that the real focus is "the marriage". Suddenly, spending $40K (or quadruple that) on a wedding seems ridiculous, when you know this is just one day and twenty years from now, no one will remember (or care) whether you had monogrammed napkins. Hell, no one will remember in two years. And chances are, with the exception of your great-aunt who wouldn't be pleased at anything you do anyway, probably no one cares as it's happening, either.