Marriage
Yesterday my brother got married to his childhood sweetheart. What a day.
I've attended four weddings so far this year and I'm still no more enamoured of the idea. Familiarity is breeding contempt. What a freakin' production. I was happy for my brother and his new wife, but when you hear the phrase 'your special day' what I reckon is really meant is 'the bride's special day'.
What is it about the day of marriage that makes perfectly reasonably, sane, women turn into slathering egomaniacal control freak megalomaniacs?
I had a chat to my brother earlier in the morning before the ceremony and his attitude was that he was over it, and couldn't wait for it to be over. This was an attitude shared by the grooms in all four of the weddings I've attended at this point in proceedings - 'God, please let this be over soon without too many casualties'.
The bride was beautiful but who knows how many were sacrificed to get her that way. She's a lovely girl, bless her, but an ugly, ugly being has had control of her body for the last two months.
The great thing was that my family pulled together to make it all happen for them and the ceremony went off without a hitch, as did the dinner and speeches. I got up and told a corrosively embarassing story about each of them and then, as is custom at a Maori wedding, sung a song. I chose 'I Can Change' by Jon Legend. Know this one?
'When I look back on all that I done to you
Take it for granted, things I never should do
I see the light now baby it's shining through
Gotta give up the game, I got changin' to do.
I wont get high if you want it
Get that straight
Nine to five if you want it
Keep my ass home at night if you want it
Whatever you need me to do
When you talk, I'm gon' listen'
Give you all that attention you' missin'
Girl, I swear, I'm gonna handle my business
Just like a real man should do'
I can change for you'
Yes, about as much subtlety as a punch in da teef. I couldn't help it. Everybody else was singing these mindnumbling, tooth rottingly sweet vignettes about love and the future and stuff and I just can't resist taking the piss. Everybody laughed except the bride. She looked like she'd swallowed a bag of lemons as if my attempt at levity had spoit the whole day. I hope that thing leaves her body soon and we get the old her back.
Needless to say, so does my brother.
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