Saturday, October 02, 2004

Why Boys are Different than Girls, Even at Thirty

You're Kidding Me, Right?

Linus' wedding is looming, and I lamented to him that I would have to go to Macy's or Brooks Brothers or something to get a presentable suit, or maybe at least a Blazer, as sometime in the last three years, a despicable moth had turned both of mine into an all-you-can-eat Buffet. His reaction?

Linus: Why don't you go in your signature look?
Clime: A Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts and flip flops?!
Linus: Sure! That would be Golden!

At this point I'm actually considering it. I would go for dressy, though. Magnum P.I. style. A 'Real' Hawaiian shirt(black, red, or dark blue with just a flower pattern) with khaki trousers.

Clime: Hehehehehe Naw, your kidding, right?
Linus: Hehehehehe Actually, no I'm not.

Then, after a shared laugh, I came to my senses. If I were to show up and sit down in that, his Fiance' would pull out a Ghurka knife and cleave my head from my shoulders.

Which leads me to an observation on our society. Why is a couple's wedding day "HER DAY"? In the two weddings I've attended, the bride nearly broke down sobbing in private because some minor mishap "Is going to ruin MY DAY." That's about the selfishest crap I've ever heard. In a traditional course of events, the Groom initially proposes, then all planning and execution is undertaken by the Bride and cohorts(did I say cohorts? I meant Mother, Sisters, etc.) Um. Isn't it supposed to be a 'union'? Two as one? "Their Day"?

Then I remember the aforementioned conversation with the "Groom", and think to myself "Woa....maybe we Better leave it to them. We'd have the ceremony at Hooters with Mike Ditka performing the Nuptuals and the reception being held on-site..... "

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