this is just to say....

I went to a bad wedding this weekend. I hate saying that, because really, weddings are not about the guests. They are for sharing love and affection with us, yes, but it's what the bride and groom want. But yesh, ugly megachurch, creepy wife-submitting without irony verses, a far too long wait between the wedding and the reception (whereupon we found a dive bar and invaded in our dressy clothes). The hall was capital K Klassy, had horrible service, gave us cold food, there was a bone in my soup...

The list actually goes on, but I'll stop there and say what I did like: The favors were fun ribbons on a stick, which is really quite novel, the colors were bright and cheerful without being neon, the bride looked great, the groom did too, and the dive bar was a blast. And they sat us with a bunch of our friends and we were rowdy, singing and laughing, learned a polish drinking song.

It left me socialled out for the entirety of today. I feel like I have a hangover, and I didn't even drink anything. It's kind of silly.