We're going to a wedding tonight at the Wellington, which is the same place that we had our wedding reception almost three years ago. I haven't been back there since that fateful night, but as I prepare for the evening ahead (is it wise to dye your hair the morning of a wedding as opposed to a few days prior?), it's all starting to come back.

You know what still bothers me about my wedding? Perhaps I'm being petty, but the three people who proposed a toast at my reception- Chris' uncle, Chris' brother, and my sister- all neglected to mention me at all. Nothing. It was like I, the bride, wasn't even there at all, and that it was just Chris' night. Now, my sister probably did the right thing by concentrating on welcoming Chris to the family, but why didn't Chris' brother welcome ME to THEIR family? Or why didn't anyone say anything about how beautiful I looked, how I'm the best thing to ever come into Chris' life, how I'm just an all around awesome human being? The only reason I can think of to explain this conspicuous absence of niceties is that none of it would have been true. Maybe I wasn't a beautiful bride, maybe I'm the worst thing to have ever happened to Chris, and maybe I'm not nearly as awesome as I apparently seem to think I am.

It didn't bother me the night of the wedding, mainly because I was concentrating very hard on JUST GETTING THROUGH IT. But as time goes on, it bothers me more and more. True, I didn't want the big wedding. True, I would have much rather eloped or run down to the courthouse during my lunch break. True, I did nothing but bitch and complain during the entire two years of "planning." But, come on. I was the bride. I should at least have been mentioned during the toasts. Instead, everyone went on about how great Chris is. And that makes me hate Chris just a little more than I probably should.

No doubt, the toasts tonight will be all about how wonderful JoAnne is. As they should be- she is pretty wonderful. But everyone going on and on about tonight's bride will no doubt flare up my anger even more- the pissiness that has since turned to a mild rage in these past three-ish years. Lucky for me, there's an open bar.