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finally!

i can collapse. and will do so shortly after this entry is complete.

the wedding finally is over and done. the ceremony itself went off without a hitch (save for one of the pastors not appearing ... mind you the pastor of the church in which they married, the one who the church required in order to have the wedding in their building. stupid policy but don't get me started.), although the bride was almost an hour late to the church, thereby foregoing pictures before the ceremony, thereby causing their time after the ceremony to be expanded, thereby meaning they had less time at their reception because it was only scheduled until 4 PM. the cake was literally cut at 3:30 PM, the serving staff took the cake back to the kitchen and cut it, and my table received our cake around 3:50 PM. at 4 PM on the dot we were booted out -- we're talking the DJ cut the music practically mid-song, he announced that all must leave, and we were to wish the bride and groom along their merry way. at least the cake was there -- i got a call on my cell phone by the reception location indicating that the cake was not there. it was over and hour late but it did finally show up.

i really need to soapbox here about weddings. i love a good wedding as much as the next person, but there are some things that are ridiculous and pointless expenditures of fundage. in all the weddings that i have been in as a bridesmaid, solist, planner, program attendant, or reader, i have yet to see a wedding that goes off without some hitch. i've dried brides' tears; i've sweet-talked/cajoled/reamed florists, cake decorators, photographers and videographers; i've calmed nervous parents of the bride; and i've attempted poor sewing skills to do last minute mending on bridal/bridesmaid gowns. and it occurs to me that so many couples focus completely on that wedding day that they don't really think what it's symbolizing.

how easy is it for couples (let's face it, especially the brides of those couples) to get so caught up in the details for the day that they neglect their relationship with their fiancé/parents/siblings/friends, assuming they'll pick it up again later? relationships just aren't made that way, they are meant to be maintained not tossed aside for something "more important" that is simply a jumping-off point for the main event.

dear God, someone smack me over the head if i ever become one of those others that puts the frou-frou above you. (catchy, eh?)

suffice it to say, it's finally over. and the december wedding is slowly moving to the front line of fire -- my bridesmaid attire is narrowed down to one of two dresses. i really oughta file for tax benefits as a "professional bridesmaid" with as much money as i give the bridal industry for my attire, foot-shoddery, bridal shower product purchases, and gifts off of bridal registries.

and in celebration of me being relieved of more bridal duties, i finally made good on treating myself to some new muzak. modest mouse, good news for people who love bad news. mmmmmmmm, tasty.
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