Monday, May 02, 2005

midnight train to georgia...

Speaking of weddings, I am fascinated by the Runaway Bride. In case you’ve been trapped in a cave, a blushing bride-to-be went missing last Tuesday, a mere 5 days before her lavish Southern wedding. Foul play suspected, her entire Georgian community searched high and low, having public prayer circles and offering huge rewards.
Just as the police called off the search, apparently presuming her dead, she calls from Albuquerque claiming to have been kidnapped. Crumbling under pressure, she soon reveals that she got cold feet and skipped town, needing “time alone.” She had no idea that the world was looking for her, although took the time to chop off her hair and hop Greyhounds with Mexican couples all over the wild west.
With the 14 bridesmaids and 600 people attending these nuptials, I’ll admit the pressure of the wedding would be significant. However, I imagine the pressure of thousands of people searching the wilderness for you, your face being splashed across the international news media and a relatively hot groom standing at an alter getting pissed is far worse. Not to mention the pressure of being 32 and a spinster…