> ~Mina "we didn't even *have* a rehearsal!" moon

You know, the more I think about it, the more I see that the Dariens and the Shandars had some good ideas when it came to weddings. No worries over a hall big enough for the 350 guests who said they'd come, no wondering how much catered food you'll throw away because x number of the 350 guests will never show up, no multi-thousand-dollar honeymoon to Aruba in which everything goes catastrophically wrong.

I used to imagine a huge wedding with hundreds of quiet, well-behaved guests all smiling at me as my heart pounded while I blissfully said, "I do." Then I imagined all of the guests, still smiling peacefully, sitting at the reception dinner while my maid of honor (who did all organizing and arranging of the entire wedding) made the perfect speech and everyone held sparkling glasses aloft for the toast. And then I'd go dashing away in a fancy car amidst a shower of some sort of something that wasn't harmful to the environment or the birds or the groundskeepers of the ornate estate where we happened to get married without worrying about the cost.

But that's not realistic, now, is it? The truth of the matter is (and I've posted about this before) that many couples who have such nice, fancy schmancy weddings throw it all away in exchange for a messy little divorce. So why bother? If you're going to get married, it shouldn't matter where you have the wedding, who's there to admire and envy you, or how lavish and fancy the whole ordeal is. Darien and Mina and Shandar and Hannah obviously weren't so caught up in such frivolous details that they missed the whole point. The point of a wedding is to publicly proclaim your love for another person, and to vow before others that you will remain faithful to that person. The food from the reception will quickly go bad, the dresses will no longer fit the bridesmaids, the rented limo will go back to the car company, the wedding cake will get old and dry in the back of the freezer. But the wedding vows have no expiration date. That's all that matters, after all.

And that, folks, is why I don't think I'll be married anytime soon. I'm much too fickle.

Ell"One-point-five cents worth"myruh