I just had the strangest experience. I mean, it was a wedding, so I guess in many ways I expected it to be a little on the odd side, but this was just unexpected. It was funny though, and actually weirdly kind of nice.
About, maybe two hours ago, I got home from Aunt Hilda’s third wedding. That woman is a black widow of impressive proportions, so it was no surprise when she announced she was getting hitched again. Anyway, party-lover that she is, her weddings are always impressive affairs of opulence and luxury, and this one was no exception. I went in there expecting to be impressed, and I was. What I didn’t expect, however, was the camera crew. That’s right, a camera crew in Melbourne. Wedding videography has sure come along way since the shaky-camera home videos of the old days.
It was weird though. Kind of like being in a documentary, or maybe on reality TV, I guess, except that instead of trash talking Hilda in the asides, I had to be careful to wish the happy couple all my best for the happy years to come. Yeah, happy years … all three of them. Let’s be real, Hilda’s going to hightail it the second poor Mark stops paying the Prada bills. But by the looks of that Melbourne wedding video crew, that moment isn’t going to come any time soon. I mean, just the food at the wedding alone would have cost more than my rent for a year.
I realise I’m probably coming off pretty sour here, but let’s be honest, you know I enjoyed the hell out of the whole thing – it was all just one pretty fascinating look into the lives of the rich and famous. Can I help it if I’m a cynical onlooker?