The best part about my place of employment other than, you know, that whole minor educational and cultural thing (a.k.a the reason this institution exists), is the wedding stalking I get to do. This pleases me to no end. Nearly every Friday and Saturday there’s one, if not two, weddings for me to visually intrude on. Heaven help you if you, as a patron, get in the way of hawkish ogling of the bride’s dress, the cake, the groomsman’s suit, or the bouquets while I am at work, being paid to work. Okay, so it’s not really that bad, but the second that limousine/extended hummer/party bus/classic car pulls up in front the building, it’s game time! My entertainment for the rest of the day has officially begun. There’s newlywed pictures to be taken, wedding parties to be posed, cakes and chairs and centerpieces of be set up, drapes to be hung, lights to be installed, and music to be tested. I may have no intention of ever planning another wedding, but I am still female and it is still a wedding, and therefore I am still interested. I am happy as a clam admiring all of a couple’s wise and nifty choices with approval. I am equally as happy judging any hideous or unfortunate choices with a discreet questioning gaze or sneer, knowing full well that it is absolutely none of my business anyhow. So far I have yet to see one bride’s dress that I have been inspired by, but I continue to hold out hope. I masquerade as a worker, a clever disguise, but really I’m the most eager of uninvited guests.
Do you have a secret hobby?
