This has to be one of the major downfalls of being in Japan (Aside from not getting my phone records viewed by the NSA). A missed wedding -assuming if I was even considered an invitation in the first place- is the most agonizing feeling for someone who enjoys celebrating a sacred certain celebration. This time is especially excruciating from May to September (Those wedding ceremony-prone months). Friends whom I’ve seen in all sorts of emotions, all sorts of bad fashions, drunk, angry, stressed, goofy and here they are jumping the broom into the real adulthood. Let’s just be honest, marriage is official crossover into adulthood. You essentially married someone who’s going to hold you accountable for chores, finances, and real responsibilities…for Life. And I missed it (Again, assuming I was considered an invite)!!
But no hard feelings to the numerous brides and grooms. Who I really blame is…Facebook. Yeah I’m looking at you Facebook. You and your gorgeous photos and live wedding feeds between 12 and 10 PM on Saturday. Where a long phone call from a friend who went would have sufficed my imagination, I had to look at the real deal…in HD. Most of which professional quality. As I ride the Odakyu Line flipping through photos I wonder to myself, ‘I could have worn that blue dress I haven’t worn yet to the wedding,’ ‘What?! So n’ So was there? I could have caught up with them,’ ‘They had Bojangles at the wedding?! Genius!’ All of my woulda-coulda-shouldas dashed and I suddenly miss the home and friends whom I’ve left.
Longish story condensed and sweetened, I am truly happy to be able to at least see old friends move on to new milestones. Congratulations to the newly married –or soon to be married–couples of summer 2013.