Feelin' Minnesota

I bought a ticket to Minnesota next week.

That is, I bought a ticket yesterday that will get me to Minnesota next week. Geez, the English language can be so confusing if you don't wield it properly.

Anyway, don't worry, I'm not staying there. As tempting as it is to just pick up and hightail it out of LA to somewhere else, Minnesota probably wouldn't be first on my list of places to hightail it to. I don't handle cold very well, and I hear from reliable sources that Minnesota is cold. Very cold, in fact. Too cold for this California chick.

I do like the name Minnesota, though. I especially like saying it with that funny Fargo accent. You know, like this: "Minne-SOOOO-ta," where the SOOOO part sounds like you are almost trying to swallow your tongue at the same time. Try it! (Saying Minne-SOOOO-ta, I mean, not swallowing your tongue.)

So anyway, why am I going? Well, a friend of mine is getting married, and ever since I got news of her engagement, I knew I was meant to be there when she got married. I might not have thought that if she'd decided to have the wedding in, say, South America (which is where she got engaged), but Minnesota isn't too bad. And I don't usually feel that strongly about being at a wedding, so since I did this time, I thought I'd better listen to myself.

I like weddings, even though I am nearing 30 while still single and as such I am probably supposed to be bitter and hate them. I don't though. I wish I got invited to more of them (although my bank account is quite relieved that I don't), and while I admit that I hope to be the actual guest of honor one of these days (i.e., the bride), it's not such a bad thing to be in the audience cheering on a couple of people who have decided that love is a calling in and of itself that is worth following--the call to love and cherish another person for the rest of their lives.

I think that's pretty awesome, don't you?