June 3, 2001
I now pronounce you...
by mike <firstname.lastname@example.org>
PFFT. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't weddings supposed to be happy occasions? Then why did I just spend the past 72 hours wading through row after row of depressing conversations? Allow me to elaborate.
I just got back from my uncle Mike's wedding. He's about 42 and his wife is about 29. I was asked to be an usher - a capacity in which I eagerly served, not because I enjoy seating old ladies, but because it was an honor to be asked. The woman he married, Andrea, is truly a remarkable person. Very simple, kind and gentle, Andrea leaves an indelible mark on anyone she meets. Mike, somewhat of a compliment to her personality, is without a doubt the funniest man I have ever met in person. They were made for each other.
So why, then, with these two young people to focus on, did I hear about nothing but how so-and-so's husband is dead and some person's cousin has cancer and how the drapes in the church don't match the runner? This weekend is about Mike and Andrea beginning their life together - it's about being [happily] in the presence of family, both close and distant. Don't sit and whine about all the depressing things in your lives or nit-pick the bride's choice of runner color, please. Here's yet another example of how people can't just be happy for someone - they have to find every little problem. To you people I say PFFT.
This article was hastily written, yes. However, in my defense I had to write it before the topic of the wedding became too old. Sorry. ;-)
Published: June 4, 2001