there's something about marriage
I've made a puzzling observation. There's something about weddings - something special in the air. Or maybe it's the cake. Or something mixed into my lava flow, or his Heineken, or sprinkled among the sesame seeds dotting the lavosh. Something swirling in the bread pudding. Something in all those Sinatra songs. Some subliminal message hidden in the Cupid Shuffle. Something about weddings puts my hunny and me - big time - in the mood.
To fight.
We've fought at the last three we've attended: one in May, one last week, and one tonight. They're not major fights, but since we rarely even argue, it's curious that we should push each others' buttons amid the joyous atmosphere of a wedding.
My Wedding Cocktail of choice used to be a Greyhound, till I was told I drank like a 40-year-old divorcee. Not fair! I really love lemon drops, but I suck at carrying a martini glass around a crowded room without spilling. Anyway, I discovered that sweet blended drinks not only taste a hell of a lot better, but also don't scare people away from talking to you. Considering that I switched from bitter old lady drink to the underage drinker's dream cocktail, you'd think I'd be in a better mood at all these weddings. Not so.
And I have no revelations. Our fights are about stupid things (today's was something along the lines of me blowing up because he mentioned, for the fourth time or so, that he was going to miss the UH season opener against Florida because of our Engaged Encounter weekend), so it's all a coincidence that they happen at weddings. Still, I should be able to put a lid on my temper during the happiest day of someone else's life, because I'd sure like them to do the same on mine. But it is so weird. Maybe I should go back to Greyhounds.
Updated my flickr. Too lazy to make albums, though. G'night!
4 comments:
well, it's an important date. so how exactly does a 40yr old divorcee drink?
and i checked out your flickr page. is it just me or did you take the picture of the internet minister reading off his arm?
as far as the wedding-coincidence goes, not really. it's a wedding you're attending, it gets the mind thinking and you can see it how it will be as opposed to what you think it should be. what is the engaged encounter anyway? sounds church mandated. me, i'd rather be at the UH opener.
I must be very old fashion. My first thought was "You wore black to a wedding?"
it's actually brown with pink polka dots. it just looks black.
btw, we went to a wedding the other week at which i did not recognize the bride, as she was wearing a BLACK WEDDING GOWN by anne namba. props. although i was confused for a while.
LOL at your friend Dan's comment...
I think planning a wedding is a stressful thing period. When hubby and I were planning it we fought a lot too- it's like tradition or something for the bride and groom to get pissed at each other for weird things. It'll die down after a few years (haha) but until then you should maybe ask your bridesmaids to help alleviate some of that wedding stress- you know, make favors, or whatever- that way you two can concentrate on the REAL reason you're getting married- because you LOVE each other and want to be together forever.
I do agree that your mind is thinking about your own wedding, that's why you can't enjoy someone elses though.
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