Here Comes The...Wedding Guest?

In about a week and a half my mother and I are driving down to New York for a wedding. Yes, a real black tie New York Wedding...the fairytale kind.

Here's the deal. My mother's mother came from Vienna. Granny had a school friend in Vienna before the war. Years later, in New York, granny ran into her old friend, who happened to have a son close to my mother's age. They have been like siblings ever since. I've seen them a few times over the years and met their son a couple of times. They are the definintion of a Jewish family living in New York. They have the large house in New Rochelle, the giant bathrooms that should belong in a nice hotel...They have it all...and now their son is getting married.

I'm not sure why I agree to go to this wedding. It seems exciting, but I don't really want to be back in New York for a very long time. Also there's the whole it's-a-wedding-and-I-don't-have-a-date situation. I'm going with my mother. It should be somewhat fun and very sentimental though. I get to wear fancy dresses and my basic clothing will fit right in with typical New Yorker wear. In Maine I always look overdressed. Whatever. I like it.

So why am I concerned? I'm not sure how deep to delve into this subject, because I'm not sure I want the public knowing all of thoughts on weddings. From the view point of a typical single lady though? Weddings are nice especially if you know the couple, but that doesn't mean we're not kind of hoping the bride will trip on the way down the isle. Not fall, just stumble...and of course we'd feel horrible if it actually happened (for the most part). Mostly there will be tearing up, smiles and sentimentality. All the stuff that makes men under 30 run away, at least temporarily.
What this doesn't mean though, is that any woman who reacts like that wants to get married right then and there and settle down. Common misconception. It's just a beautiful experience and slight fantasy (kind of like threesomes would be for men).

Anyway, 2 hockey games, Imani and Halloween this weekend. Maybe I'll get drunk and entertain you all again in my slutty outfit...that didn't come out exactly right. I'm not a hooker! Halloween is just a nice excuse to be slutty for an evening (what a change from weddings, huh?). :-)

Now on to carve my pumpkin and harass Lucas by text...