The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before

Friday, April 29, 2011

Weddings

So as most of you know, today was the royal wedding of Prince Something and Kate Middleton. I watched the very end of it when the prince kissed her twice in social studies. We then made two videos telling them "Ello! Congratulations! Go England!" in english accents of course. Her dress was okay, i really only saw the top half, but she's gorgeous anyway. So i was inspired by this event to talk about my hate of weddings.
People always say, weddings are sooo romantic. What is romantic about standing at the alter for an hour or so, not doing anything, and then makingout in front of your parents, and then having people throw rice at you? Sure, the first dance is cute, but what happens when you trip or step on their toes? And then you have to go around to everytable and say hi to everyone, even your annoying cousin Bob who doesn't shut up. Ever.
Not to mention its not much fun for the guest either. The service is boring, the kiss awkward, and the reception... Well, i personally hate dancing so that is probably part of why i hate receptions. The music is blasting, the seats are assigned, your shoes are killing you, and you have nothing to do. For hours. I'm sure many people have had good experiences at weddings, i just havent, and im not sure i will ever get over the trauma of sitting at a table, and not being able to hear yourself think, for hours on end. 
I guess it's not just specifically wedding receptions that i hate, it's more parties in general. For instance: I cried, or almost cried during every bat mitzvah party last year. The two baptism parties i've ever been to were a living hell, and of course so were all the weddings i've been to. Maybe it's because i dont know anyone, or all the people are over 80 years old, but somehow i have come to hate weddings. Maybe when it's mine my mind will be changes, but i've heard weddings are the most stressful thing known to man. 
ttfn 

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