I Don’t

I have returned from the beach. And I’ve got a question. How can it be legal to DRIVE on a beach? No, not just DRIVE but set up a friggin’ HIGHWAY on the beach. It ain’t right people, it ain’t right.

The house we rented was on the beach. Also on the beach? A steady stream of cars that were coming from one side of the beach and DRIVING across the beach to some dunes or something. I kid you friggin’ not, we are not talking about one or two occasional cars. We are talking about cars checking in, paying money, getting a little sticker, then driving across the beach to whatever was on the other side of the hill of sand. It was ridiculous and completely non-conducive to the zen state I was needing.

Oh well.

The wedding was pretty, it was overlooking the ocean, you can’t go wrong with that. But honestly, we have a very large group of friends from high school. And that means a lot of weddings. And I’m starting to feel like I’m in that montage at the beginning of Wedding Crashers where they go to wedding after wedding after wedding and they hit all the major wedding points, the cake, the dancing, the toasts, the intoxication. Except instead of it just being the two main characters in every shot of the montage at 424352 weddings, in our case it’s the same cast of characters in every shot, just a different chick in a white dress every time.

I know these people, I see then quite often. There is no catching up to do at these weddings, no, “Oh my god, it’s been so long, I’m so glad to see you at this wedding and get a chance to talk and catch up.” No, it’s, “Hey.” And that’s it. Oh and it’s, “You going to the next wedding in a few weeks?” Oy.

Maybe it’s just me. I don’t mean to be a buzzkill, but I’ve never been a big wedding person. Probably because I’m not a big marriage person. Since I was a kid I always knew I didn’t want to get married, it was never something that appealed to me because I never saw how a piece of paper was ever going to be worth more than my word. And so I guess besides the cake I don’t really see what the fuss is about. But that’s just me. And just because it will never be my wedding doesn’t mean I can’t be supportive of other people’s dancing, toasts and intoxication. I mean, there is the cake, and sometimes people trip and fall when they are going for the bouquet, so it ain’t all bad.