so i guess i associate weddings with prepubescent awkwardness
as that’s my only real context (so far), other than, say, movies.
of which father of the bride is probably the most endearing (but underscores the stress and exhorbitant cost), then there’s the wedding singer, (reminiscent of many bar/bat mitzvahs i attended in new york), my big fat greek wedding (big fat greek family not too sure about the hottie from sex and the city), my best friend’s wedding (julia falls in love with old boyfriend after finding out he’s getting married to cameron diaz), monsoon wedding (cultural drama of arranged marriages), in and out (marriage unraveled by a kevin kline’s dancing), the princess bride (princess buttercup kidnapped and forced to marry prince humperdinck), runaway bride (fear of commitment battles with richard gere’s desire to tie julia down), four weddings and a funeral (clearly relating marriage with death, hello!), and i regret to say i actually saw the wedding planner (wedding planner falls in love with her client the groom, audience suffers for 103 minutes).
all and all, an interesting lot. not, however, overwhelming positive about the whole wedding thing.


dude… you’re starting to weird me out here… I’ve gotta ask.. what’s up with the whole wedding theme lately? Pubicly admitting to haven seen half of these movies much less remember the cogent points is behavior worthy of concern…
Your not dying are you?
dude….