I’m such a nice person

Ok, so here goes another one of my early-morning—late-night posts. I hate weddings. I have never imagined myself in a white silky(or satiny) dress going down the aisle to meet my true love at the end(for “Sex and the city” fans- remember when Carrie tried on a wedding dress and had an allergic reaction? That’s me!). I despise the whole process, from picking cheesy invites to coordinating menus and whatnot. I strongly believe that Lorelai had it right when she chose “We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty” as a quote for her wedding invitations. That being said(and trust me, this rant is a whole lot longer in my head---Luke-rant lenght) I accept the fact that since I am now an adult(or so people claim- I have my doubts that a person who spent the night watching “Wacky Racers” clips on YouTube can be considered an adult but I digress) weddings are things I am expected to attend from time to time. Be it the wedding of my brother, my cousin or a friend, I have made peace with the prospect. But I will not be happy! And here comes the reason for the tile of this post: I have to go to a wedding in February. A wedding for a couple of people I have met once or twice(and I couldn’t pick them out of a lineout if my life depended on it). But I have a friend who hates weddings as much as I do and he has to go to the thing and I will go with him, because I am a nice person and I cannot let him suffer alone. It will be a long and painful night, complete with a very large amount of people that I despise, hate or that simply bore me to death trying to guess if I’m with him(as in a couple), even though we’ve made it clear plenty of times that we are not, in any shape or form, and many other equally delightful conversations. Ain’t love grand?

Now please excuse me while I go and try to put myself in a coma that last until December so I can skip all the weddings that I must go to this year(4 as of now).
And my mood isn’t exactly helped by the fact that I’m watching Gilmore season 2, which begins with the planning of a wedding, and ends with an actual wedding.

Edited later to add(but then again I always edit this things 10 times): I am the most graceful person in the world. I should be a ballerina. Or at least have someone chase(mm…Chase…googly eyes thinking of dr. Chase) me around all day with a camera. I was sitting in my chair and I wanted to start some coffee and I leaned down to press the button and…you guessed it. I fell and banged my head in the coffee machine(try to imagine the scene)! I swear the three Stooges have nothing on me! A perfect “World funniest videos” moment and I missed taping it…that’s my way to fame and fortune!