Archive for May, 2011

Seasons Change, People Change

Once upon a time, I got a lot of pitying looks for being single. A lot of, “You’ll find the right one eventually” remarks. I took them mostly in stride because the truth is I’d LIKE to find a guy I’m willing to give up being single for. And there have been guys. Mostly ones who let me down. Or who I’m not interested in for whatever reason. But there’s never been one that’s clicked. And while I understand people think I’m a big failure for not having someone, I also have learned over the years that I could have SOMEONE, but I don’t want ANYONE. I want the right one for me. And I’m willing to wait.

But, oh how the attittudes change in five or ten years. Those formerly pitying looks are slowly turning to envy. Friends are finally seeing that me being alone isn’t total drudgery. Sure it’s lonely sometimes, but mostly I’m content. Over-busy, even. It’s a lot of work keeping up a house, working full time, and keeping up with family and friends. And while nothing’s changed for ME and the way I live or see my life, somehow it has changed for the way people my age perceive me. I’m sure they love their husbands, and know they love their children. But they finally see that getting married just to be married isn’t an upgrade. Well, unless I meet just the right guy, who they tell me I should wait for.

Hey, I been tryin’ to tell ya!

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Mo Money, Mo Problems: The Royal Honeymoon

I never really got caught up in “The Royal Wedding” or whatever it was called. I’m not big on weddings in general. I mean I go, and I like watching my friends commit to each other in a public forum. But let’s be real, I go for one thing: open bar. Well, and to hang out with family or friends. So I guess two things. But the biggest draw is the open bar. I always appreciate how much work went into planning and preparing for the day. Mostly because I’ve helped other brides do it. It’s a LOT of work. But I don’t really care what dress they chose, all brides look beautiful. And the colors escape me the day after the wedding. Or, you know, an hour into the open bar. I don’t notice flowers. The meal’s a nice post-bar perk, but really, I’d be just as happy with pizza or burgers. One of my happies receptions was one with a crockpot of queso and tortilla chips. No, really.

So, I didn’t care what Kate was wearing, or her bridesmaids, or where the wedding was, or what food they were eating. And with that much hooplah, I imagine attending the wedding was more work than the free alcohol you’d get out of it. So when I saw the story saying the happy, royal couple was spending $720,000 on their honeymoon, I almost didn’t even read it.

But I did. And at first I’m like, “That’s ridiculous. And their taxpayers are paying for this.” But, THEN I realized two things: 1. If it weren’t for the annoying taxpayers not giving them privacy, they probably woudln’t need such an extravagant trip to ensure privacy and 2. A “normal” couple thousand dollar honeymoon doesn’t cut it when you’re rich. The more you have, the more you spend.

If I were a rich (wo)man….