I bartended my best-friend’s-little-sister’s wedding last night. For as much as I never want to get married again, I sure do love weddings. I will forever believe in love and in celebrating the hell out of it.
Weddings confirm a lot of my deeply rooted theories about men and some of the things the good ones do. I have a few favorites and they were all there last night.
The Groom who cries when he sees his bride. If he cries, I’m crying right along with him. What is more powerful than a man being moved to tears at the site of his love? It doesn’t get any better than that.
The father of the bride. Ugh. That one just slays me, every time. My favorite dad in the whole world gave a speech last night that didn’t leave a dry eye in the building. Real men, cry. There’s no greater display of strength than watching a strong man give his baby girl away.
The lifelong husbands who dote on their lovely wives. I got a few particularly drunk last night and was delighted to hear them order for their beloved ladies.
H- I’ll have something delicious for MY beautiful bride, please.
H2- She likes just a splash of rum, barely any. I don’t only love her because she’s a cheap date though! <He kissed her cheek and she laughed>
H3- Can I just have the bottle so I don’t have to keep coming back? I’m busy dancing my girl’s socks off!
The little boys who stare at the bride in wonder.
The old men who kiss her cheeks.
Weddings remind me that love is a wonderful thing. I’ve been busy beating myself up for catching some stupid feelings and I realized last night how wrong I’ve been. It’s good to fall in love. It’s not always great in the long run, but it’s always worthwhile. It’s the human experience and you’re only cheating yourself out of happiness if you avoid it.
I would have to feel exactly how I’ve felt for the last year, to get coerced down the aisle. It would have to be as intense and I would have to feel lit up from the inside as I know I can, now. I could’ve lived without the heartache but the lessons are priceless and loving him was deliciously easy.
You don’t get your heart broken without having a lot of damn fun, first.
It’s a heady feeling to get to know someone and hear the stories about what made them who they are. It’s a great pleasure in life to fall in love with someone’s character while you get to know each other. Craving him because he’s a good man is nirvana. I learned some really fun things from him and I have no regrets.
I used to look for intensity and confidence in a man and now I know that you can have one with all that, and integrity too. Upping the ante raised my standards and reduced the odds of continued suffering. I’ve learned to tell the difference between aggressive and arrogant, a priceless gift if I take nothing else away from the experience.
All’s well that ends well, and even not so well.
It was fun while it was and when it wasn’t it became a lesson. I can’t begrudge any of it or him because I’ll do it all over again. Life is too short to keep your heart on a shelf and even if it gets beat up and broken a little, it’s those moments that make life worth living.
Fall in love and celebrate it, or break up and cry about it. It’s all important. So many people have their lives cut short and having recently lost a dear friend who was only 21 years old, I’m reminded of how important it is to live in the moment and make the most of all of them.
Even the shitty ones.
They aren’t all walks down the aisle or champagne toasts under twinkle lights. Some are cruel and crippling, but a lot of them aren’t.
You can’t win if you don’t play and you stand absolutely no chance of a home run unless you step up to the plate and grip the bat with both hands.
Hit it out of the park or strike out, but for the love of God, you have to at least PLAY or you’re missing out on one of the best parts of life.
Then invite me to your wedding! I’ll bartend. ♥