I’ve been writing on the blog at least once a day for quite some time now. Missing the last two days has made me feel empty and slightly naked inside. Yes, I realize that I said “naked inside”, and that that doesn’t really make sense… especially since everybody is naked on their inside. Nevertheless, my insides do feel naked, and that feeling of awkwardness has driven me to post once again on the blog that my life tends to revolve around so consistently.
Yesterday I woke up bright and early, and headed up to Salt Lake to work at a Bridal Fair. Obviously, having never been a bride, I had no idea what to expect at this thing. I showed up at the Grand America Hotel at 9:00 am, and was overcome with a barrage of heavily makeup-ed women, flowers and frilly dresses. I made my way to my cousin, Garrett’s, booth. He and his wife have a photography and videography business. Since they were both shooting weddings, I had the pleasure of schmoozing with what seemed to be 1 million almost-brides, their roommates and their mothers. I never realized how much goes into planning a wedding, or how bad it sucks to be surrounded by so many unavailable women. I honestly think that I was the only single man in the entire edifice.
I was asked by quite a few women if I was married. Upon finding that I was about as single as you can get, they proceeded to either try to set me up with friends or family, or ask if working at the bridal show has helped me have an idea of what I want for my wedding. First of all, what makes them so confident that I’ll ever get married? Secondly, you’d think they’d know better than anyone that the groom will most definately NOT be planning the wedding. I made it quite clear that my dream wedding consists of a couple “I Do’s” followed by a long and exciting honeymoon. The rest is just details. By the time the wedding arrives, I have just surmised that I will be an expert at saying, “That looks great honey.” Or, “Sure, if that’s what you want, we’ll do it.”
I don’t want to sound jaded, but the wedding really is all about the girls. The reason I say girls in the plural form is that I think the mothers many times make more of a fuss about things than the actual brides.
Next time I go to a Bridal Fair, I plan on doing something that I never thought I’d have to resort to. I will purchase and wear a decoy ring. It’s just safer that way.
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