A Tale Of Two Weddings

This summer I've been invited to two weddings that were different as night is to day. The first one involved a mass, a six course meal and me trying red wine for the first time. There were people that I knew (which is expected). But when I wanted to mingle I felt the infamous cold shoulder by the people I thought were going to open up and chat.

Irony had reared it's ugly head and a reminder that I'm not popular with many people even though we hardly see each other maybe once in a blue moon. Yet this is life.

Fast forward to the more recent one... this one was also with family friends. But this one was much different by contrast. There was a ceremony which lasted a mere half hour and quickly moved onto mingling with others over some appetizers.

It wasn't a total loss knowing I met a kindred spirit though the talk was brief. Then came the three course meal and this time I tried a bit of white wine. For the first time I wasn't seated with my parents and it felt just right. I don't know why but it did.

Maybe it was the fact it was a small and simple wedding. But it was the fact I had fun on the dance floor, widely entertained by a very humorous wedding singer and the fact I caught a wedding garter. Looking back, the best memories came from the second one just because people made it fun.

There was a welcoming feeling of amazing fun that lasted throughout the night which included chocolate fondue fountain. High spirits filled my soul as I danced the night away with a purpose to feel gregarious at the party. Just reminiscing about being part of a conga line was reminder the finest things in life don't need to be complex.

Eat, drink and be merry. I'd like to think IF and when I get married it would be a sheer joy for have such a simple reception. It should be a reflection of the life up ahead with the one you are going to spend the rest of your life - live it up as often as possible...