Who doesn’t want good entertainment--bitter forty-seven year old spinsters resentful of people who talk openly about sex?
What’s one to do for amusement in a country where your cable subscription is a fiber optic concoction of crying Koreans, flying Chinese, dancing Indians and Filipino crap? You might want to attend a wedding.
Walking-in to a wedding nowadays is as non-existent as Debbie Gibson. That means you have to be invited and might be obliged to RSVP your attendance to secure yourself a seat inclusive of free food, free drinks, souvenirs and of course free entertainment—the wedding itself.
The amount of pleasure or amusement we get from something is of course a matter of taste or in most cases the lack of it. Take for instance your friends’ wedding. There could be many factors why you loved the ceremony and enjoyed the food or why you decided to play faultfinder on the most special day of their lives.
Personal reasons for example: you hate the bride, you’re envious of the bride’s good fortune, your own wedding would’ve looked like a pile of shit had you held it next to theirs, your own marriage is a joke or you’re the only person at the reception who’s fatter than the fat bride, etcetera.
I guess it’s a lesson I have to learn: Wedding is show business. And to organize such, one must always consider the audience. Sit them for the free food and freebies for your show. And remember that they’re there to be pleased.
In retrospect I am of course all for this show business crap. Now I have another pathetic fallback reason against weddings incase my excommunicable issues against the sacrament of marriage are proven wrong.
20 December 2006