Buddha’s Thoughts on Weddings

First of all, and most importantly, I have come to understand that a wedding is for the bride.
Now, I had heard this sentiment before, but didn’t put much stock in it because, hey, I’m psyched about our wedding, too. The thing is though, like most guys, I’m psyched about a lot of things – trying a new beer, having a good feed, sleeping in on the weekends. I look forward to all of these things and profoundly enjoy every new experience. I’m psyched that I found a used lens for my camera. I’m psyched that I’ve put my car through its last car inspection and I can now theoretically cut the top off and remove the muffler with impunity. I’m especially psyched that I will be living in a new country next year, learning a new language among friendly people. However.
Observing Nam making plans for the wedding has made me realize that I am a total lightweight, a absolute noobie in Everygirl’s Land of Being Psyched. Let me explain.
When I go home from work every day, my living room floor is totally covered with magazines and brochures with names like, “Bride to Be,” “Perfect Wedding,” and, “101 Guest Gift Ideas.” They are splayed out so I can see the writing in the margins and pages marked with Post Its that she wants me to read. Yeah, right. When I fail to comply with her wishes, she takes all of my reading materials out of the bathroom (Aaron Cometbus, Kevin Kim, and car/fishing/computer mags), hides them upstairs, and substitutes them with bridal magazines! Many a potentially pleasurable crapping experience has been ruined by this heresy, I tell you (Vibration lures are hot! Wedding veils are not!).
We sit down and have dinner. Topics of conversation include what we will serve at the wedding party and… well that’s pretty much it. I am a chowhound, not a food snob, and I excel at:
1. Making good food, and
2. Eating good food,
but I pretty much suck about planning what we will be eating on a planned date half a year from now. It is fun to try to keep up with Nam for the first ten minutes or so, but I’m cursed with a short attention span when it comes to this stuff.
For instance, the other day we went shopping with nothing specific in mind, I just wanted to make her happy by taking her where she wanted to go, and she just wanted to look for “ideas or stuff she could use for the wedding.” Guys, between you and me, by the end of the day I just wanted a quiet place to shoot myself. Girls, I know that sounds horrible and selfish, and it probably is, but I’m just not wired that way. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife and will get her anything she wants (I will even buy her the things she at first says she wants then changes her mind about and says “save your money” about but I know she still secretly wants but feels genuinely guilty about, not fake-guilty like a master-of-puppets), and I am very much psyched about being married and our upcoming wedding, it’s just that I AM NOT A GIRL.
And by default, compared to Nam, I am less psyched about, say, the type and color of flowers to be used for table settings. I want something pretty and classy and fresh, but other than that I really don’t care if it’s lilies or roses or even Birds of Paradise. But for girls, this is different. Apparently due to some estrogenous primal instinct, it is natural for them to raise the level of planning and meticulousness to one normally reserved (in a guy’s mind) for say, an amphibious assault on European beaches against numerically superior and better-armed adversaries. Even after professing to be sick of it all, she will browse for hours online looking for the One True Tablecloth Pattern. Me, I just want them to be white linen (OK, maybe I secretly want 3 per table, but still…).
In the end, this is going to be such a cool wedding party. Nam will love it, I just know it. I just hope everybody knows how much I will never want to see a bridal magazine, ever again.

8 thoughts on “Buddha’s Thoughts on Weddings

  1. Chick report here:
    My old man and I got married at a drive-through (thru!)wedding chapel in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee (across the street from Dollywood) $69.00. We went out for pancakes afterward, and got T-shirts airbrushed by a dude who used to work for Ed “Big Daddy” Roth in Los Angeles.
    The only snag was the speeding ticket on the way home.

  2. J,
    Welcome to the club! Just remember, now matter how much planning you do, no matter how happy you make your wife in the process, SOMETHING will go wrong. Mine started with cuzin Steve arriving in Tokyo…instead of KIX. Then the Buddhist priest was so set on NOT fucking up MY name, he got Michiko’s wrong. The company that supplied our wooden sake keg and wood boxes to drink them from fucked up MY name in the printing after we had specifically told them over the fon AND faxed them about it (we got a full refund on that one, though). And to top it off, there were people who didn’t get invited that should have been (with my family coming over and getting hers to Osaka – people tend to get forgotten). This is just a glimpse into what can go wrong. For your wedding, I see the elephants taking a wrong turn and we will all end up in Laos…

  3. I had the brochure for a Graceland gig…somehow she didn’t think that was romantic enough. Ended up with the big overpriced affair in Osaka….

  4. Thanks for the props, guys!
    I actually ENJOYED myself!
    i cut the previous description short (because I was pulled away by something at work).
    What made it even BETTER was that this teenaged couple “Dallas and Wanda” were pregnant. They were married by the minister, whose name was “Dr. Don,” (whose alma mater was most likely the Universal Life Ministries) Dallas and Wanda brought a sympathetic pair of witnesses who were over 21, and could vouch for their identities.
    The most rewarding parts of the drive-thru weddings, are not feeling like you’ve gotten married to please other people (especially crazy moms with certain bourgeois expectations) and seeing the expression on peoples’ faces when you explain that your wedding gown was an orange shirt with a picture of Mr. T.
    I pity the fools!

  5. That’s so funny! Thanks for being such a great husband to sweet Nam, who gets to have the wedding of her dreams! Just remember that easy and simple is better than trying to impress the heck out of “other people”….lowering the stress levels by doing a relaxed, sweet wedding, and being able to be with your friends and family (instead of worrying about how to make THEM happy) is a good thing….we’re just happy that Nam and you are on your way towards a rewarding future in monkeyland!

  6. It doesn’t end there, soon the baby magazines will start appearing all over your place!
    Best of luck and keep up the blogin’

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