Its nice when that couple that you figured back in highschool was gonna get hitched some day makes it to the wedding day. A formal event to legally, and for some religiously, bind yourselves for the rest of your lives til death, or lawyer do you part. An obvious cause for celebration. But oh the traditions.
Spoken and unspoken, there are a million traditions and customs and nuances to weddings that just add to the whole craziness of the situation. Even without the presence of a 'bridezilla' or totally overinvolved parental figures, people like to hang on to what seem be, to me anyway, silly little formalities.
The gifting of china that may ever be used three times, otherwise living in fear of breaking, nicking, or overwearing ridiculously over-priced clay; formed, painted and fired. Ugly vases, tacky party dishes, weird contraptions with unknown function, I've seen it all come from one wedding alone, the couple forced to put on an appreciative face and give a smile and a thank you, and then inconspicuously find a new home, or convenient hiding place for the piece of work.
Tomorrow's ceremony and reception too will have its little trivialities to keep everyone outwardly happy, although there has to be a greater proportion of people than just myself who will be sitting there asking 'why?'.
The bride and groom are ready to go though as far as can be seen. No signs of cold feet, and everyone carrying themselves well and not getting stressed out. It should be a great wedding and a great start to more formal years of happiness. And now before the blog turns into a Hallmark card, I'd best cut this off.
Congrats to S.S. Intelligence Mountain.
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