Miss me? I should apologize for being so sparse on entertaining you all with my hilarious single life but the truth is that since we have been blessed with the most gorgeous summer Vancouver has seen in decades, I decided it was as important for me to delay posting just as much as it was for you to delay reading. See what I did there? I gave you a break too! Ha! But seriously, my summer has been insane. Summer 2013 in a nutshell: Parties on top of parties and tans on top of tans. I am exhausted!
The past two weeks has been particularly chaotic as my family was in preparations for my cousins wedding A.K.A the wedding of the decade, which happened this past Saturday. An entire fleet of blood took several airplanes from Toronto and gathered here where three events later, my liver has been pushed into the witness protection program. It’s not just me either, if you take a moment to scroll through your Facebook feed; there is another trend of summer: weddings on top of weddings. In your late twenties and early thirties, weddings are officially on steroids.
Being a single person at a wedding is no cake walk, especially when family is involved. While I had the most amazing time with my family celebrating a new extension to our tree, there were a few moments that only vodka could dilute…
Firstly, why is being a single person at a wedding so tragic? During the ceremony, after the priest explained the sacrament of marriage, he then asked the unmarried young women to stand up. Thinking surely, I was not the only one; I stood up, single and proud! I was the only one (with guts) and I stood there awkwardly for a moment until finally the other (2) women rose with me and admitted their status to which the priest lectured the single male suitors to man up during the reception! Later, my Dad, the wedding MC made a point to come to our table, spotlight and all and advertise to over 300 guests that his “beautiful daughter” was single, and that interested parties would need to complete an application form. It wasn’t that being put on display as a single girl was the bad part, in fact, I found it very amusing, but the looks of pity you get afterwards is what really made me scratch my head. The “Oh, you’re the single girl?” conversation starters and the “he’s out there, you will find him soon!” or “it’s your turn next!” quips really were the icing on top of the hundreds of perfectly shaped wedding cupcakes.
Here’s the thing. Being single at a wedding is in fact, an absolute blast! You don’t need to worry about taking care of anyone else but yourself; you don’t need to share your drink tickets and worrying about catching the bouquet and making an ass of yourself in your 4 inch stilettos is irrelevant. In fact, while you are parading behind the bride looking like an NFL quarterback ready to HUT, HUT, we’ll be at the bar, sipping our fancy wedding cocktails and anticipating your dress waxing the perfectly polished dance floor.
What I have learned over time is that you can choose to be the sad and tragic single person at any predominantly coupled event, or you can flaunt and dangle all of the perks of being single and awesome in front of their pretty little committed faces. This isn’t to say I am suddenly anti-relationship as I assure you, I am still love’s biggest cheerleader; I’m just saying, embrace your current state of affairs whether that be multiple dates each weekend, or cuddling up to the one person who makes you tick. Just don’t pity the single, there’s as much to envy about this life as there is in your committed one.
Cheers and Congrats to all the newlyweds of this year!