Besides avoiding my third bouquet toss of the year, I also missed the first annual running of the Elvises. http://http://www.runelvisrun.com/ Guess I'll have to wait another year to sing and shake like the King of Rock and Roll. Actually, I wonder which would would have bigger odds - me catching a bouquet or me running like Elvis.
Another thing I'll be missing today is the sequel to High School Musical. I'm not sure if I'll catch it later on DVD. The first one was peppy and fun. And, with Kenny Ortega at the helm again, who knows? I might find it enjoyable if I'm looking for a dollop of fluffy entertainment. I'm curious how long the phenomenon is going to last, though. (And how long I'll see High School Musical folders, jewelry, and t-shirts in stores.)
But, I did catch The Bourne Ultimatum when it opened in theaters. Seeing Matt Damon run throughout the movie was thrill. Although the Jason Bourne movies are entirely different than Robert Ludlam's books, I found the final installment well worth the admission of a movie ticket. I also saw Hairspray, too. It was a hoot to watch, and it had me walking out of the theater with its music stuck in my head.
So maybe I haven't missed out after all? It's amazing how our culture can guilt us into making us feel excluded. There's always the hit movie, TV show, etc. that become the topic of conversation. And, you almost feel compelled to buy into all just so you can join in the discussion. But, maybe feeling connected is the root desire behind it all. People are looking for an access point to converse easily with people they may or may not know very well. It gives them a temporary bond of community seeing the funniest Super Bowl commercial or the latest blockbuster.
Why does community, though, have to fueled by the consumption of stuff? Why can't it just naturally occur? I just tell you what's going on in my life and you tell me what's going on in yours. Hmmm...maybe that's a question for Dr. Phil to answer.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Monday, August 6, 2007
Under the looking glass
So this summer I've managed to avoid two bouquet tosses, and I'm hoping to avoid my third this week. For those of you who are wondering why I, a single woman soon approaching my 30th birthday, would scurry away from bouquet tosses instead of trying to claim one of them for my own - let me just clarify something.
Bouquet tosses are humiliating. I feel like a show dog being led out into the ring. See the single girl. She's yet to find her perfect mate, but if you give her whirl, maybe she's the gal for you.
However, if the flowers were really magical and guaranteed me an instant walk down the aisle, I would be all over doing bouquet tosses. In fact, get out of my way gals - this one is mine.
But, my sister caught the bouquet at a wedding, and then ten years later, she got married. So I guess my main objection to doing them is a fear, really. What if I catch one and never get walk down the aisle? How depressing is that?
So I strategize on how to avoid them. Occasionally, I'm foiled by well-meaning friends or relatives who make a big deal about me bucking tradition so I'm pressured to join my single peers. On one such occasion, the bride didn't throw her bouquet. Instead, she gave every single gal a long-stemmed rose. Which I have to admit was pretty nice.
So maybe it's equality that I'm rallying for. If you're going to make us single gals stand up and be counted, at least make it worth our while by giving us all a flower. I'm not sure, really. And, I am not against brides who want to follow tradition and throw their bouquet. Just warn me so I can quickly flee from the room.
Bouquet tosses are humiliating. I feel like a show dog being led out into the ring. See the single girl. She's yet to find her perfect mate, but if you give her whirl, maybe she's the gal for you.
However, if the flowers were really magical and guaranteed me an instant walk down the aisle, I would be all over doing bouquet tosses. In fact, get out of my way gals - this one is mine.
But, my sister caught the bouquet at a wedding, and then ten years later, she got married. So I guess my main objection to doing them is a fear, really. What if I catch one and never get walk down the aisle? How depressing is that?
So I strategize on how to avoid them. Occasionally, I'm foiled by well-meaning friends or relatives who make a big deal about me bucking tradition so I'm pressured to join my single peers. On one such occasion, the bride didn't throw her bouquet. Instead, she gave every single gal a long-stemmed rose. Which I have to admit was pretty nice.
So maybe it's equality that I'm rallying for. If you're going to make us single gals stand up and be counted, at least make it worth our while by giving us all a flower. I'm not sure, really. And, I am not against brides who want to follow tradition and throw their bouquet. Just warn me so I can quickly flee from the room.
Friday, August 3, 2007
the surreal life
On Wednesday night, I was headed east on I-94 to St. Paul. I think it was near the Hwy 280 exit when I heard the following on the radio. "The 35 W bridge near University Ave. has collapsed and cars are in the water."
I continued to my destination and flipped on the TV as soon as I got there. The images stunned me. I couldn't believe that the collapse had occurred, but it did. And, my thoughts and prayers went out to those people who had been on the bridge at 6:05 p.m.
And, now as the story has been broadcasted across the nation and around the world, I wonder how this bridge collapse will impact the future. Will it just be blip of memory? Or, will it truly be a catalyst for improving transportation infrastructure in the United States?
I guess I'm not sure what's going to happen. But, it's something I'll continue to wonder each time I go by the Hwy 280 exit and see cars being detoured from I-35 W.
For those who have lost loved ones on the bridge or have yet to find missing relatives, you are the ones that have been affected the most. Offering sympathy and condolences seems futile because you probably just want your loved ones alive. At least, that's what I'd want.
I continued to my destination and flipped on the TV as soon as I got there. The images stunned me. I couldn't believe that the collapse had occurred, but it did. And, my thoughts and prayers went out to those people who had been on the bridge at 6:05 p.m.
And, now as the story has been broadcasted across the nation and around the world, I wonder how this bridge collapse will impact the future. Will it just be blip of memory? Or, will it truly be a catalyst for improving transportation infrastructure in the United States?
I guess I'm not sure what's going to happen. But, it's something I'll continue to wonder each time I go by the Hwy 280 exit and see cars being detoured from I-35 W.
For those who have lost loved ones on the bridge or have yet to find missing relatives, you are the ones that have been affected the most. Offering sympathy and condolences seems futile because you probably just want your loved ones alive. At least, that's what I'd want.
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