Like white on my pasty, pasty skin..

On Sunday I have a wedding to attend. I am part of it actually and so I have been, for the last year, obligated to learn much more about weddings than I ever have previously. Now I know that theoretically, or according to most men anyway, weddings are a tremendous deal to women. But, I can say that the wedding is not a big deal to me. In fact, I think I’m just going to get married and then say “Drink til you can’t stand” and let everyone do their own thing. What’s important, friends and foes, is the love part. That’s all I care about.

Now, outside of my philosophical debates about tradition over the reality of the situation, I can say that there is one aspect of this ceremony that I am genuinely excited for (other than watching my friend walk down the aisle as she tries not to cry). I am excited because entering into the reception, I am escorted by our very own Nic and Josh. Now, I swear I am just doomed honored to spend my life with these two clowns. They are, as people tell me, moderately attractive and they are also, according to them, great catches. But, all I see are two bozos in tuxedos who are too cowardly to carry me into the reception like the goddess that I am. Therefore, I will probably have to hold their hands, show them which direction to walk in and smile enthusiastically while saying, “You’re doing a great job honey!”. There, have I emasculated them enough?

With that said, I know that not every one is going to a wedding with three sexy Martyrs. So I have a couple of things lined up for you to do instead on September 5th. For instance,  Dive is playing in Scranton at 9 P.M at the Hardware Bar and I hear Steve Carell is going to be there.

Another band of ours, Planeside, is also playing in PA at the 4 & 3 Fest in Harrisburg.

We have a lot of bands who are doing a lot in September, so to find out about more shows (some more local than these), check out our family page which links you to each of our bands’ sites.

Now, I’m off to wish I had eaten less because let’s be honest, if you have to be a bridesmaid, you at least need to be sexy enough to get hit on by the drunken groomsmen.

As always, what is love? Oh baby, don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me, no more,
Ché