My eldest sister, Kelli, is getting married. So she decided to drag my mother and me to a bridal show.

This event was held at the Westin in Canal Place and was super exciting!… For the bridezillas roaming around. These woman are beasts! They attack orderves, dictate the phtographers, are nit-picky about their dresses, and make strict playlists for recption dj’s.

My only thoughts the entire time were

1. did she really just shove that woman for the last chocolate covered strawberry?

2. what time is this crap over?

3. who are the poor men who are signing a contract to be bound to these women by law?

The booths and vendors were scattered all over a huge ballroom, each with their own music playing, so the room sounded like an auditorium filled with children banging on pots and pans! All the ladies were flustered with anger trying to get to the vendors they desired. I had to get a drink, or get the hell out of there. It was just too much chaos!

Being at this event had me thinking a lot about weddings, not actually getting married, but just weddings in general. I came to the conclusion that when people marry each other, it should be for them, not to be the talk of the town about the extravagant wedding with the amazing carriage ride to the cathedral. The dove release when the bride cam through the doors. The cake that stood fifteen feet tall. The exotic flowers from Brazil, with diamond crusted petals. All that stuff shouldn’t matter. I think I want a small intimate wedding, if I ever want a wedding at all.

Marriage should be for the couple, not for the amusement of the guests.