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Love and marriage

So, I went to a wedding reception for a girl I know from the multicultural dance group I was in...geez, 5 years ago? Anyway, she's half Mexican and half Iroquois (Cayuga tribe from Northern New York state) and tonight, we did the celebratory thing of well, celebrating Jonathan - her now husband - and her marriage. I mention her nationality because it turned into a big Mexican party type at the end. Lots of dancing and even a mariachi band. Which, side note, there was a white guy in the band playing the violin. It was a little weird. I wasn't expecting elegance or even something remotely "normal"...whatever that means. I was expecting full blown loud latino craziness. But it wasn't. It was relatively...normal, for lack of a better word. I mean with the exception of the mariachi band and the dancing at the end of the evening, it was pretty normal. For us brown folk, there's always a program of sorts. Like singing or the haka or a couple doing a cultural dance. You know, something that most of our caucasian friends don't really do. Of course, theres the normal father/daughter and mother/son dance, the garter and bouquet toss and the first dance for the bride and groom. I don't know if it was because I was tired or a little stressed that my blood sugar was higher than it needed to be before dinner, but the reception was normal. There was a sit down dinner and it felt prim and proper. I guess I'm just used to the "regular" backyard/cultural hall receptions with a bunch of little kids running around and people just free to mill around. Not that there was any restriction on that, but it just felt like...I don't know. I'm rambling.

Anyway, I really wanted to say that whenever I go to a wedding reception of someone I don't find annoying, I always end up wanting to get married. I do want to get married. I do, but I'm not in any rush to settle down with any Joe Schmoe off the street and have his children which is a whole 'nother scary thought in and of itself. I think of what I'd want for my colors and what style dress and engagement/wedding band I'd want. I imagine of where I'd want my receptions - yes, plural - depending where I meet my future spouse and where he's from and what kind of venue I'd want to hold them in. I think of what kind of flowers I want. I have a pretty good idea of my spring/summer and fall flowers. I pretty much don't want to get married in the winter...unless I'm in Hawaii or California. If I'm in Utah...a winter wedding is not allowed. I think of what kind of food I'd have at the reception. Just a dessert bar or finger foods and a sheet cake? Or do I want pie instead?

I think of things like that. I try not to get into too much detail - which apparently I have - because it gets a little depressing considering I don't have any prospect of a boyfriend let alone a fiancee. Thinking of all the preparing and that a wedding simply doesn't just come together, unless you elope, overwhelms me enough to not plan or think of my future wedding too much. I pretty much stop myself at the dress, the ring, the colors and the Temple. You know, the things most girls tend to think of when they get all...girlie? I don't know what to call it or how to describe the mood. But every girl thinks of the big day. Don't try to deny it. I know you do.

Anyway, you know what I'm going to do next after I post this. I'm going to look at pretty white wedding dresses and rings and make myself crazy 'cause that's how I roll. : ]

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