A Nice Day for a White Wedding

Let's talk weddings real quick, k?

It's not that I oppose weddings or marriage.  I really don't.  I am just no where near the stage in my life where I'd consider catwalking it down a runway to some guy I am going to be stuck with for the rest of my life.  I am only 23 after all, and as I see it, I got a lot more living to do.  What I was unprepared for was all my friends being ready to settle down.  I thought our after-college years would be full of late night drinking, dinner parties, and all the fun parts of college, just without classes.  Maybe I was a little too optimistic there, but regardless.  We would be young, educated, and ready to take over the world.  Marriage was never part of my master plan.  But things change.

And now, 3 of my gal pals are taking the plunge within the next year, and Facebook (ah, time-sucking God) is more than happy to let me know when scourges of my psuedo-friends tie the knot.  I am mentally not ready to have married friends.  They're concerned with invites and seating placement, while I am asking about the open bar.  I didn't expect it this soon, and now I feel like it won't be too long until BABIES enter the picture.  I don't think this is the end of everything; I'm sure we'll all get shit-faced from time to time.  But as time passes, and I follow my career and they settle down, will we still have things to talk about?  I can't join in on convos about home-ownership or marital woes.  At what point will our paths lead us down roads that won't meet again?

The worst part is, I can't help getting sucked into all of it.  As a child, I NEVER planned out my own wedding.  I sketched my fashion line instead (it was very Judy Jetson.)  But now, I look at wedding blogs and think "Oooh, teacup place card holders."

Oh hell no.

One day, I probably will get married.  Until then, I will focus everything I have into my art, my life, and living it the way I always thought I would.

Probably alone and drunk, with an awesome career...and cats.

Au revoir,
Cass