Best of Craigslist - wedding cake

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So, first of all, congratulations to my good friends who got married last weekend. Congratulations, mazel tov, good luck. It was great and I hope you guys are happy forever. That said, I couldn't help but look around at your wedding and think, Wow. I don't want any of this.

But don't think that your wedding specifically turned me off to weddings. No, we are all now in our late twenties and wedding invitations appear in the mail with almost the same frequency that delivery guys slip take-out menus under my door. And now, having attended and been in a few weddings, I can't help but think "I don't want any of it."



I don't want a country club or a church. I don't want a hotel ballroom or a big white tent. I don't want a priest or a rabbi. I don't want 200 people there who I don't even know. I don't want numbered tables. I don't want to put all of my random "single" friends at one table in the corner of the room, making them feel even more alienated than they already are at a stereotypically "coupled" event. I don't want bridesmaid drama. I don't want all of my bridesmaids wearing the same ugly color and the same ugly dress and hating their shoes so much that they curse me behind my back. I don't think I even want bridesmaids. I don't want anyone to sign a guestbook where they have to come up with some spontaneous wisdom about love and happiness. I don't want cute little party favors with the bride's and groom's names scripted in gold, proclaiming "our special day." I don't want people to figure out their seating arrangements by picking up their party favors, which are also wrapped in pink chiffon. I don't want a big white dress. I don't want to have to ask friends and cousins whom I see maybe once a year if their 5-year-old son/daughter whom I don't even really like can be my ring bearer/flower girl. I don't want guys in blue shirts and khaki pants measuring each others' dicks with the phrase, "So, what do you do?" I don't want bored out of their mind cater waiters and bartenders, who hate weddings in a way that even I will never understand. I don't want "cocktail hour" and passed hors d'oeuvres and most people only caring about getting buzzed before the open bar ends. I don't want to mail out then sort through 300 invitations to find out who wants steak and who wants salmon. I don't want to be registered at Crate&Barrel. I don't want my friends finding that all the cheaper items on my registry are gone and that, like, five of them have to go in on a set of overpriced knives. I don't think I want a registry at all. I don't want to have to kiss all of my mother's friends on the cheek, or, even worse, all of my future mother-in-law's friends. I don't want a color "scheme." I don't want a creepy DJ or a weird band that does a cover of YMCA. And I don't want the place turning the lights up at 10:30 telling us it's time to leave. But I do want cake.

I completely understand! Well, not completely, because I love passed hors d'oeuvres and wedding invitations, but I completely understand about wanting them to get on with the cake.

-Kay