Tonight we weren't allowed on the stage because it had been cleaned for the wedding. I, of course, seized the opportunity to walk all over it because I was feeling unusually vengeful. Not to mention the fact that the word "absolutely" had been spelled incorrectly on the sign, so I did not take to kindly to the warning it presented. And of course my sister was rather furious that she was not allowed near the piano, as it is the only reason she attends such sessions.
As a whole, we have become rather tired of these obnoxious wedding preparations and requests. We miss our meeting tomorrow night and then our activities on Friday. I fear if we did happen to walk on the stage, we would ruin the wedding. Everyone becomes so spasmatically occupied with preparations, that we forget that people have been falling in love since the beginning of time and it is no longer something new or special. Perhaps a small celebration may be necessary to congratulate a union, but I think that should be the extent of it. If I should ever marry, I will walk down to a courthouse and sign a few papers and be done. If I feel up to it, I would perhaps have a small dinner with just my immediate family and that of my husband, but no more than that. It is ridiculous that a bride and groom should be royalty for a day and I will not be one to expect others to sacrifice such time and money for me.
I have weaseled my way out of attending. No children were invited, so I will be watching my parents'. I know my mother will want to go and my father persuaded to go, so I am left. I am not bothered in the least.
And then there is my friend who has been staying abroad. She is there for a year on limited income and has returned here for a week to attend her sister's wedding. I would do no such thing. In the same situation, I would leave my sister to attend her own wedding and save my money and vacation days to go to Spain or Italy or France or Greece. She is a much better sister and friend than I.
I am a lousy friend at best. A few years ago, a very good friend of mine asked my to be a bridesmaid. I told her I would consider it, and I did. After a few days and a few nightmares, I told her I couldn't. Looking back, the reasons for my refusal were purely selfish. The dress made me look like a spring pig and I would have to be compared with her beautiful, tall, brunette sisters, all of which are the glaring opposite of me. It would have been tortuous to attend those awful reception dinners, and the rehearsal. Dear Lord, I would not have endured. Depsite all my selfishness, declining the invitation to be a bridesmaid is not on my list of regrets. I made the right decision. If I was given the same situtation again, I would decline again.
Now I must sleep.
Manon