Had a mini reunion with some of my ol’ military friends last weekend. Ate some nice sweaty Italian at our regular place.
The evening included what might be expected from such an event: Reminiscing ’bout the good ‘ol army days, laughing to worn-down jokes, beating each other with jumper cables and just some light catching up on what’s new.
The usual stuff.
Later on we crashed at one of the gal’s apartment. Fun fact about her apartment: It’s haunted. I was quite sceptical about this until she showed me videos of her ceiling lamp performing Dirty Dancing live in a room with no wind, pictures being torn down and curtains hangers ripped right off the wall. My first instinct at the actual crime scene went something along the line of “Yo call the dog whisperer“.
So of course we decided to watch a scary movie. Why not, right? It was pretty dang scary alright, at some points I almost crie- did like 50 push-ups.
The day after I went to prepare for the big wedding, one of the top moments being walking to the grocery store to buy some milk.
You’re probably sitting there thinking “Gee Martin your life sounds exciting” BUT WAIT THERES MORE
So I just had a nap, my brain is still on autopilot and I’m just strolling over to the dairy section. Lo and behold this Ronald Regan lookin‘ dude with a mustache jumps out in front of me and I stop dead in my tracks.
This guy then proceeds to correctly guess my height, age and month of birth, delivering it all like a 70’s game-show host. Not in a creepy way mind you, on the contrary I was so freaking entertained.
He then gives me a small bow and simply walks away, leaving behind a confused yet amused boy hugging his carton of milk. I outta just start singing, talk to some trees and then should have a decent Disney movie.
Speaking of singing, there was a bunch of that on the actual wedding. I’ve been thinking about wedding receptions in general, and have a hard time understanding the hype about it.
I wonder if the reason people spend tons of money on their wedding, and why they get hysterical about everything being perfect,
Is that they are really not interested in the marriage, but rather on the wedding in it self.
It’s as if they have to put on a perfect picture to hide the insecurity of their decision to go though with it.
I’ve personally enjoyed being involved in Samuel and Stephanie’s lovely wedding, where the stress that is naturally involved is accompanied by a healthy dose of humor.
I liked that.
I think life is much like a good joke, meant to be enjoyed, not to be critically analyzed at all times.
A wise and totally stable man once said “Why so serious?”, and while I’m not too sure about blowing up a hospital & killing Batman, he might have a point.
We need not to take ourselves so seriously.