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   Thursday, September 09, 2004

LEFT AT THE ALTAR

I'm now officially a bastard. I called up my cousin Kim last night and told her that I will not be coming to her wedding next weekend.

It's not as though I don't have an excuse -- my friend Danielle is inviting a gang of people up to her cottage next weekend to celebrate her Josh's 30th birthday. Josh is a great guy, he's turning 30, he's frightened. How can I not go?

Besides, as shocking as it may be to say it aloud, I really hate weddings. As much as I want to be there to celebrate the love lives of my friends and family, nothing -- nothing -- makes you feel more single and alone than attending a wedding. It's a spiteful attitude -- loneliness is my fault, not theirs -- but attending several weddings in a year takes it toll.

I talked to Kim on the phone last night and she was OK about it. I mean, the truth is that we've barely said five words to each other in ten years, so it's not as though I'll be missed. It's more to do with the rest of the family seeing it as a slight. I ignored the advice of my sister, who told me I should lie and say I have to work or something. "She'll guilt you into it!" Paula warned.

Well, no. Those days are over. I'm a bastard, after all.

Labels: family, friends, introspective, oh l'amour