It’s wedding season in the US, which means that a lot of money will be spent on venues, decorations, flowers, appetisers, alcohol, photographers, and gifts. Toasts will be made, champagne-induced laughter will drown out small talk, and middle-aged bodies will take over the dance floor, shaking off anxieties induced by this chaotic world. Third cousins will reconnect over vats of pasta and nasturtium-filled salads. Instagram reels will be created, gossip will be spread, and, after midnight, all of Cinderella’s horses will turn back into mice and sink into large beds, their ears still ringing with party music.
This year, I’ve got three weddings in my family, and I am skipping them all. To be fair, my niece is having an “intimate” wedding, which I am grateful not to be invited…
