Weddings, there are two kinds, one that deepens the bond already secured by love, and the kind that is just a white party, all carefully orchestrated with all good intentions of course. Watch the contenders, thats the key. Are they engrossed with each other, the preachers just a distance sound, drowned out by the loud buzz of wonder love. Or, have they a fixed gaze on the man reciting the contract, hoping this is not a mistake, distracted with the perfection of the flowers, lace and table settings. Yes, this is a female disorder I will admit. We want the dream, and think getting the cart in front of the horse is better than chancing no cart at all. And of course, it just sprials from there.
Now as an observer of many I feel safe in saying the best weddings are held at a beach, with a barefoot bride, a backyard, a fresh air ceremony puts a tear on my cheek.
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