So I had a great time in Yukon seeing friends and eating at sweet, sweet Waffle House (chilli, cheese and mushroom hashbrowns in the wee hours of the morning, nothing finer).
Dan has a good post about the adventures as well as links to other photos if you are so inclined (and no, I did not wear my brown dress--shocking, I know).
I was estimating that aside from being in six weddings, I've probably just attended about 15. I've been to some amazing ones and some real stinkers, and while the one this past weekend was lovely, I still cannot get my mind around having one.
I can totally get the ring (bling, bling) reception (booze, best friends, family and dancing all night) and I get the honeymoon (bumping uglies, beach, etc), but the actual ceremony really seems weird to me.
I can't imagine standing in front of all my friends and family and listening to some preacher or priest give me his take on our soul mate, soul's other half, true love, god's love, god's plan, plan together, christian faith, woman serve man, man be nice to woman, all eternity, etc. as I stare into that person's eyes and say vows. Then, listening to someone sing about how love lifts us up or whatever puppies, kitties and he completes me. Oh, and the unity candle, seriously? Me and this guy are going to light a candle together because it's a symbol of our love and life? A $20 candle just stitting on the alter or whatever?!!
The whole thing still just creeps me out. The entire time I'd just want to turn to my friends and make a joke or start laughing at seeing my future husband listen to some crap song he probably would make fun of otherwise as we get through a really awkward 3 minutes with everyone thinking about how white is not my color or fat my arms have gotten since high school. Gross out.
Maybe I'm immature, I don't know, but this weekend really confirmed it, I'm just not sure I'll ever be ready for a wedding.