So I’ve been up since really early this morning (something I’m going to have to get used to on a semi-regular basis) and it’s not so bad. Except for this morning TV that I’m finding. A wedding story is on TLC (because I’m sick of hearing about the olympics on the news every day) and this couple is getting married in Vegas.
And it’s so very very Vegas.
They’re having an Egyptian themed ceremony, and there’s enough Gold Lamé to fully furnish an Elvis comeback tour and then some, and the groom is wearing a loincloth and eyeliner to make his look more authentic. And his lovely bride is being carried in on a chair by some well-oiled “slave boys” in her egyptian crown and plastic sparkly earrings with gold snake bands on her arms and fake fingernails long enough to rival the biggest tiger I’ve ever seen (although that may be more of an ethnic thing than an egyptian wedding thing). And the officiant is looking very king tut chic and there are belly dancers and flashing lights and fake plastic palm trees adding to the atmosphere that’s already just oozing with tackiness.
AND THE BRIDE AND GROOM ARE BAWLING THEIR EYES OUT BECAUSE IT’S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL AND SERIOUS OCCASION!
Give me a freakin’ break.
