Date: 2010-12-29 02:41 am (UTC)
I never got it. Everybody in the run-up to my wedding kept going "It's the happiest time of your life!!" and I would go "Woah, I didn't realize you hated me that much." Because I HATED the process. I would have eloped if my husband hadn't turned puppy dog eyes and gone "would you let my holocaust surviving grandparents not be there for their oldest grandsons' wedding?"

I mean how the hell do you say "no, it's vegas for us." to that?

(And then they couldn't even come to the wedding, due to issues with kidney dialysis. I don't mind--it wasn't meant as a slight--but dude...)

I didn't dream of weddings. I dreamed of going to college. Ironically this is my father's fault:

Little me, watching Raiders of the Lost Ark: "Daddy, why are all the girls acting weird in Indiana Jones' class?"

Dad, not wanting to explain flirting to a six year old: "Um. Because he is a great teacher who makes them love learning! College is where girls go when they love learning to be taught by great teachers like Indiana Jones."

Little Me: "I WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE! I LOVE LEARNING!"

Indiana Jones was a terrible teacher, but I had an awesome Dad.
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