Sunday, May 1, 2011

Wedding Showers on My Parade

Ok, be honest out there...who really, really likes going to wedding showers and playing those silly games.  I thought so.  I'm not sure when I started disliking wedding showers, but it must have been sometime after the 50th one I had to attend or help organize, I'm guessing. 

The prospective bride -- usually already set up in an apartment with or without her intended -- registers at a number of stores (Bed, Bath, and Beyond and the like) for all the things she and her beloved will need as they start their adventure together as lawfully wedded wife and husband.  You know, the critical stuff, like measuring spoons and rubbery thingies to help open up stubborn jars...stuff like that.  And, even though the stores have electronic registries that are designed to avoid duplication of gifts, you know there will be five George Forman grills that came out of the same Macy's or Target...trust me.

Most of the time, there are no men at showers because it's all women and who wants to hear hundreds of "ooohs" and "aaahhhhs" about dish towels and shower hooks if you don't have to, right?  I just attended one where the intended groom sat up by the gifts and helped display them, including the lingerie -- holding up the g-string, thong-like panties -- a picture I wish I can undo in my brain. 

Anyway, maybe I'm not into them because I really never had one myself...I dunno.  I only know that I don't know how the bride and groom met, where they met, her favorite song, her eye color, and what she loves about her intended...and frankly, Scarlett, well you get the picture. 

I do wish the couple well and hope that they make it on their own without the distractions of family and the like who sometimes have a tendency to push their own agendas.  Be true, happy, make each other laugh more than cry, stand by each other and never publicly put each other down, and remember that there is no such thing as a 50-50 marriage because, depending on what's going on, you each take more than the other at times...that is what is called Life.

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