octo-weddings

sometimes i look at my life and think: how in the hell did i end up here?

in the next month, 8 of my friends will be wed. eight! {which, yay for them... but really? this is ridiculous}
and according to my calculations, by the end of the year i will have been to over 16 weddings, not including the random invitations from a myriad of other friends. holy paloozah. and let's not get into the baby business because that is off the hizzle.

i am burned out by wedding cake fondant, rhinestones, and blissful happiness.

but... what is most probable is that i am jealous-- not even of the sparkling diamonds but of the commitment-- to love and be loved forever. 

"i just need to know it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever"

- juno

ever since i was a little girl, i imagined bow ties and lace, a simple and chic wedding, with plenty of twinkle lights. men probably wonder why it is that we plan-- the cake and the dress, the colors and whether there will be eclairs or fruit. the truth is, we do it because it is the only thing we can do. we cannot plan on who we will marry, how tall or sweet or mature he will be. so we rely on our ken dolls and chick flicks to spur our imaginary dream wedding.

and as the years pass by and you find yourself in love, one day your dream wedding expectations melt away and all that you need is your man. your best friend. the one who will love you forever, through thick and thin. 

when that day comes i like to believe i would be perfectly content with a quiet afternoon temple ceremony, and a cupcake or two to celebrate with my new hubby.

right now, i can hardly handle the word "matrimony" let alone more baby's breath or (gag) another couple being all couple-esque and in love...especially at church. vomit.

 i probably need an attitude adjustment... yeah. that sounds about right. haha. one things for sure-- there ain't no way i can afford 8 wedding gifts around christmas.