The Single Girl's Wedding

.1. Over the past 5 and a half months, I’ve had the pleasure of attending eight weddings. Of those eight, there may have been one or two I could have done without. Naturally, and due to the nature of the game (& the way mum raised me), I attended even those I would have rather avoided

At the more noxious weddings, I smiled, congratulated, kissed, and danced my night away as though there were nowhere else I’d rather be. How else is one to behave when there is nothing to do but shake one’s behind and forget that one is at a wedding of folks one will most likely never see again?

Suddenly, I feel as though am an orator.

Anyway. I’ve realized that there’s nothing I enjoy more than being asked why I’m single. Depending on my mood, I usually teeter between “No one thinks I’m worthy of love” or “I thought I’d do something productive with my life.” Oddly, both responses produce the same result: Vacuous glazed stares waiting for the punch-line. So as to ease their idiocy, I wait a little while before smiling, then poking the women in their bellies before saying “Just kidding! I can’t wait till my body changes after I give birth. You look great!”

Yes. I have great capacity to be cruel. It’s the way I protect myself.

My last wedding was this weekend past, one wedding I had been looking forward to and one which I enjoyed immensely. Finally.

.2. God bless Montreal.

Must really one day stay at Le St-Sulpice, because I think it just might be the most handsome hotel in Montreal.

But it should be in the summer heat of that City...it just fits better.