So, when you're at an event, and the music is soooo loud that you can feel your spleen and pancreas moving to the beat, that's a bad thing, right?
We attended a wedding on Friday evening (very nice, actually, considering the whole "Hatfields and McCoys" vibe between the two families). The venue was typical event space with glittery chandeliers and such, and the food was adequate. However, the music was pounding, thanks to a very enthusiastic DJ who kept the decibels cranked up to internal-organ boogeying level.
The majority of the guests were in their teens, 20s, and 30s, so I get that, but a bit more Sinatra and the like could have slowed the pace down a bit and given everyone's eardrums and body time to adjust and relax a little while until the next assault.
God, just listen to me, I sound so friggin' old! I remember going to clubs and dancing to live bands that rocked the night away. Now, when I see all the bouncing up and down, I have sympathy headaches for everyone...yikes!
The bride and groom looked like they were rocking to a good time, and that is the important thing, right? There were no down and dirty drunken fights, and the weather cooperated to an extent, although it was fairly humid...thank God for air conditioning. We were home by 11 p.m., and that was just about right for me. My pancreas, lungs, and the like appreciated getting home to settle back into their usual spots inside my body, and my ear drum was able to beat to its own rhythm.
Best wishes to the bride and groom, and may they separate themselves from the influence of their respective families so they are able to forge their own path.
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