The Wedding

I arranged benz-oh’s bachelor party for tomorrow night. Being the best man and all I guess that’s my duty. I should be hyped up for the party, but I’m getting dragged down by the burden of responsibility. These are the joys of being in the wedding party. Between my tux rental, Screaming Ceiling(LC)’s flower girl dress, wedding presents, bridal shower presents, and bachelor party funds I should be one broke-ass sap… except my saint of a mother foot the bill for the tux and flower girl dress. Thanks, mom. Then calculate the time commitment for fittings, rehearsals, parties, showers, writing a stupid toast, wedding, and reception. This is not fun for me. Maybe it’s fun for benz-oh and his bride-2-be, but it’s their wedding. I remember the last time I was a best man (circa 1997) I swore this shit off. No more wedding parties for me! In fact, merely attending a wedding is annoying, much less participating in one. But I gotta make an exception for my bro. If/when I do the whole wedding thang I am going simple and cheap, not for me but for my friends and family. As a man I guess that’s not my decision, it’s SSDiabolique’s. Okay, this blog entry serves several purposes: 1) NEVER agree to be in another wedding. Damn it, I say that with such conviction, but I know there are friends out there who I would say “yes” to. I’m not going to mention names because then they would know who they are and they’d ask me to be in their future wedding. 2) Remember what a pain in the ass it is to be in a wedding that’s not my own, so when my turn comes I can pick my most vile enemy to be my best man. (Sorry benz-oh, but you’ll thank me for it later.)

Despite my grumbling, I know deep down I love benz-oh like a brother… oh, wait… he is my brother. We’ll all be meeting at Dave & Buster’s tomorrow night at 9:00PM. I figure prime the pump and have some drinks, have some fun, play some vids, and then go on the prowl like a real bachelor party. Damn it, I’m still not as excited as I should be about this. I better psyk myself up or the whole night will be emotionally hollow as I just go through the motions and feign orgasm.

I guess it was the beatings made me wise, but I'm not about to give thanks or apologize.
...and so it was written, shenry at 8/16/2002 01:42:00 PM.
...and so it was appended with .