i often wonder if it's better for me to not write at all or to write short, half-hearted entries when i am not feeling like or don't have time to write. clearly, i have decided to do the latter this evening.
honestly, part of why it's been hard for me to commit to writing is that i hate this new typepad thing so bad and also my computer is painfully slow.
in the good news department, i finally got a good night's sleep last night. it made for a much better day today, even though i spent half the day in traffic and i didn't get this job i interviewed for. in some ways, didn't want it anyway cause it was a big commitment, but i could have used the money.
in the good news department, i finally got a good night's sleep last night. it made for a much better day today, even though i spent half the day in traffic and i didn't get this job i interviewed for. in some ways, didn't want it anyway cause it was a big commitment, but i could have used the money.
speaking of commitments, my friend vanessa is having this HUGE gay pride warehouse party in downtown l.a. on saturday. the whole thing has a wedding theme. people will be getting engaged, there will be wedding cake, a wedding singer, and even a real minister performing gay weddings.
at first i was like "OMG, that's so AWESOME!" then i thought about how drunk we're all going to be and started to get worried that having people get married at a big gay warehouse party might send out the wrong idea, particularly to straights, that we really don't take marriage seriously. normally i'm a fan of bucking tradition in favor of something totally out of the ordinary, but i guess i was feeling worried about giving any ammunition to our detractors. this, of course, sent me into a spiral of thought. i wondered if caring what "they" thought about what we do in the first place meant i was buying into their hatred.
all was saved when i opened my email last week to this gem from IKEA:
IKEA is hosting a huge wedding for twenty lucky couples to celebrate Universal Pictures’ release of Mamma Mia! The Movie, in theatres July 18, 2008.
We'll take care of the reception, justice of the peace, entertainment and cake.
We'll lay out a Swedish spread and host the ceremony at IKEA Burbank.
Marriage, commitment ceremony or renewal of vows, it's your choice. The date is already set – July 17, 2008.
You can invite 16 of your closest friends and family to share your glorious day with 19 other couples.
You can invite 16 of your closest friends and family to share your glorious day with 19 other couples.
We’ll even get you started in your new life by giving you a $500 IKEA gift card and other goodies. For your mini-honeymoon, we’re taking you to a pre-screening of Mamma Mia! The Movie.
All you have to say is "I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do."
my mind was instantly put at ease. i realized that weddings aren't about gender, sexuality, or anything like that, but rather the curious mix of love, capitalism, and tiny fuckin' hors d'oeuvres. i also remembered that theme weddings and "on location" weddings have been around since the dawn of time, or at least the invention of bungee jumping and morning talk shows. the straights are just as nutty as the gays when it comes to celebrations and ceremonies, which is quite refreshing, actually.
while we're on the subject of IKEA, can i ask how it can be simultaneously so straight and entirely gay at the same time? is that a euro thing? also a related subject, i will be forcing joe to go see the "mama mia" movie with me, but only because i have a girlie crush on the actress that plays the daughter and also a mature lady crush on meryl streep. that and all the ABBA music, duh.
on one final note, in case you are wondering, no, joe and i will not be getting married or engaged this weekend. we are just not quite ready to take the plunge yet. also, for the record, i would actually consider doing the ikea wedding thing for the $500 gift certificate and swedish meatballs, if only it wasn't in burbank. wtf? that's like, one of the shittiest IKEAs of all.
oh god. i got food poisoning from the swedish meatballs at the burbank ikea.
yes, i knew it before i ate them and i most certainly know it now: don’t eat gravy-covered balls of meat at furniture stores. just don’t.