Thursday, August 24, 2006

Post 26, in which I turn the joy of an upcoming nuptials into a miserable observation on my own life

I'll be attending a wedding over Labor Day weekend, and it strikes me that there's a fairly good chance I won't know anybody at this thing other than the bride and groom. I figure this leaves me with a couple of options:

1. Be prepared to make plenty of idle chatter with people I will never see again.

2. Be prepared to empty the mini-bar in my hotel room by myself.

Option #1 seems like the more social, far-cheaper idea. But Option #2 has a certain appeal.

As far as weddings go, it's actually been some time since I've been to one. But I continue to run out of single friends at an alarming rate. I had considered skewing my friends demographic slightly younger to get a new crop of unhitched, but I'm afraid I'm getting too curmudgeonly for that crowd.

(And, frankly, even on my best nights, the appeal of Connecticut nightlife doesn't hold the same attraction it seems to have for some younger people I know. Which in itself is quite curious, considering where some of these folks come from. But I guess when you're that age, it doesn't take much.)

And before I totally depress myself, I'll stop right here.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

helpful hint -- if the wedding has an open bar, just bring a container with you. that way you can fill it up on the cheap and bring it back to the hotel room. no need for idle chatter with strangers and no need for the shock of the minibar bill at check out!
it's a win-win situation!

Anonymous said...

go for broke. be the drunken a-hole that the other guests will remember forever. it could be your own way to achieve immortality.