030: In Which It's a Nice Day to Start Again
One of my fellow members of the press has a wedding coming up this weekend. Her's, that is to say, not a celebrity's or anything. And so, naturally enough, there was a bachelorette party thrown in her honor just the other day! Expertly done, of course, and I really do hope to attend more than I have been in the future. There's nothing like the sort of shameless decadence that comes with thinking that this is your last chance to do it, right? After the wedding, she's got to be faithful and dutiful and all those other things senile old men mumble through at the ceremonies.
... or, well, she would have been. I say "would" because I just have this sneaking suspicion that she just isn't going to go through with it. The thing about bachelor and bachelorette parties is it's that one last gasp where you can kinda-sorta-maybe give in to temptation and have it almost be socially acceptable! It's like seeing everything you're just about to lose. And, of course, as a friend I couldn't help but point these things out to her, very innocently but perhaps with that tiny hint of "but what if...?" But it was very light, I wouldn't think that it would scare her off the whole thing. Not immediately, anyway! But then, that's not taking account that air of dignified, resolute finality that weddings seem to have. So when that magical day comes, why, anything could happen. Marriage is such an overrated concept anyway, isn't it?
On a completely unrelated note? Loving the dirt sheet. It's not my handiwork but man, I almost wish it was. Almost.
... or, well, she would have been. I say "would" because I just have this sneaking suspicion that she just isn't going to go through with it. The thing about bachelor and bachelorette parties is it's that one last gasp where you can kinda-sorta-maybe give in to temptation and have it almost be socially acceptable! It's like seeing everything you're just about to lose. And, of course, as a friend I couldn't help but point these things out to her, very innocently but perhaps with that tiny hint of "but what if...?" But it was very light, I wouldn't think that it would scare her off the whole thing. Not immediately, anyway! But then, that's not taking account that air of dignified, resolute finality that weddings seem to have. So when that magical day comes, why, anything could happen. Marriage is such an overrated concept anyway, isn't it?
On a completely unrelated note? Loving the dirt sheet. It's not my handiwork but man, I almost wish it was. Almost.