I went to a wedding this past weekend which kicked off the summer. Whether it’s during a church reading, someone’s long drawn-out speech, or when there’s no more alcohol, I inevitably end up bored at some point or other at all weddings. I have to say…not a single point of boredom this whole time. It was a well-planned weekend extravaganza: Friday bonfire, Saturday wedding and reception, and Sunday brunch.
The married couple are two friends from business school which corresponded to 30 of us MBA alums as guests. The weekend (half day on Friday) was the first ‘real’ vacation I’ve taken all year. I was ecstatic to be with my friends and spend time away. I can’t stress enough how fun it was.
The Friday bonfire was frigid, but after they got the fire cooking, it was perfect. Food was brought in and we toasted marshmellows and made smores before making our way back to the hotel bar for more drinking.
Saturday was the big day. The ceremony took place in a church overlooking the ocean. The priest tried to tie everything into a business analogy (having a plan, target marketing, etc.). It was actually pretty good, except he kept saying ‘assets and debits’ which made all of us cringe. Dancing at the reception raged on past 10pm…nine hours after the start of the church mass. I felt like I was back in b-school, drinking, dancing, partying all night. Not a care in the world except for a few hiccups.
I chatted with a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time. He was carrying his 18-month-old son.
“Catherine, what’s going on? Where’s the ring? Where’s the husband? Where’s the kid?”
I blinked hard. “Sanjay!” I gasped. “I can’t believe you just said that!!! Don’t you think weddings are hard enough for me as it is?”
“Oh no. Please, don’t take it the wrong way. I just thought…you…for sure.”
“UGH!” I rolled my eyes as we switched topics.
A repeat of the night before, drinking continued back at the hotel bar. Brunch was at 9:30am the next morning. A friend stated aloud, “I swear when I get married, the brunch will be at 3pm the next day.”
Fun-fun weekend. Gorgeous weather. I came home to weather that was just as wonderful. I can’t believe half the year is almost over. Summer is here. Birthday month right around the corner.
marriage is overrated…next time jsut say you’re doing a brangelina…you ain’t gonnna get hitched until gays can get married….
I do not believe getting married is the end game. There are a whole new set of challenges–most of which you had no clue of. Enjoy your life each day. Be good to yourself and work hard. Everything will fall into place.