Wow, so it's taken me a little while to find something to bitch about, which is really odd for me.  Life as of late has been so...interesting and crazy weird that it's been damned near impossible to find something to get me ranting.  Leave it to Sue to unwittingly help me find a topic.  I know she rues the day we met, but that's okay.  I still love her.

I have finally discovered something that is worse than Valentine's Day.  Can you imagine?  Something worse than Valentine's Day?  I know it sounds impossible, but it's true, I swear.  So what's worse?  Weddings.  You see, Sue was in one this past weekend, and she's still recovering from her matrimonial antics.  Hearing about her experiences (in great detail) brought to mind some memories of my own, and suddenly I realized that every woman must have this thing in her past, this wedding she was in that she totally regrets...or maybe she doesn't regret it at all.  And before I continue, in my particular case, regret is not nearly strong enough a word.  Not even close.

Every wedding elicits certain emotions, unless you're at the drive-thru at Elvis' Temple of Love.  That's a whole other kind of emotion going on.  Otherwise, the tone of every wedding is the same.  That air of romance and unconditional love.  White and flowers every place you look.  Candles and dinner and dancing.  Couples everywhere, old and young, renewing the feelings they have for each other as they listen to the bride and groom start their lives together.  Weddings bring out the best in people...especially those two people in the wedding party who happen to be very single and very intoxicated at the end of the reception.  I bet you can't guess where this is going.

Because of Sue's unapologetic fun, weddings have just beat out Valentine's Day as my least favorite day.  And wedding season has just begun.  So on behalf of Sue and myself, I want to give all of you out there an alternative to weddings.  Just as with Valentine's Day, we have the option to celebrate "It's Okay To Be Alone Day", for weddings we can now choose to celebrate "It's Okay To Sleep Alone Night".  Thanks for the memories, Sue.  And now, I'm going back into therapy.  (Sue, I'll race you there!)

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