My niece got married last Friday. It was a beautiful wedding, but the reception left much to be desired. I'm not an alcoholic. I'm not even a teetotaler. I don't drink...period. Yet, that's what the whole reception was geared towards. I keep remembering my cousins, and how they used to...and probably still do...drink. Yes, I know the all the reasons behind it. I also know that it ruined my outlook on the marriage...not that I'm against it. Marriage is a beautiful commitment between two people that love each other.
I have to question the motivation when it seems like as soon as you arrive at the reception you are almost expected to get liquored up. My impression remained bad as the night deteriorated and the music (noise) got louder and louder. Finally I just left. I couldn't take it anymore.
Unfortunately I didn't get any wedding case as it was 9 pm when I left and they were just getting around to almost serving dessert! I'm getting too old for this travesty and long for the days when everyone could dance to the nice, soft music or the silly songs of my youth that they used to play at weddings. I am dating myself when I say that I remember the "Electric slide" and the "Funky chicken." Those were and still are fun songs that even the littlest can enjoy.
Maybe I am an old fogey or just set in my ways. I hate the electronic noise the young call music. It depresses me, and makes me sad for the young couple.
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