Michael Cera is Scott Pilgrim

I attended a friend's wedding this weekend.





I'm having difficult finishing the rest of this story. Going to a wedding doesn't seem like a terribly difficult story to tell. And it's not like anything really crazy happened; No one tried to stop the wedding; It didn't rain. No, nothing like that. In fact, overall it was a very pleasant ceremony and reception. Didn't stay too long because we had to drive home afterwards. No, the reason I'm having difficulty recounting the story is because I was "tricked" into attending a Mormon wedding.

Okay, I wasn't tricked. I just wasn't aware that part of the bride's family belonged to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (I'm friends with the groom). Now, it wasn't all Big Love or anything. In fact, if you set aside the heavy emphasis on family commitment and covenants with everything under the sun, it was just a traditional wedding ceremony. Still, it freaked me out a little bit. The language unnerved me a bit. I guess I'm living in a pretty protective progressive bubble at the moment. There was definitely no discussions about the lack of trans-gender young adult literature at this event. There was, however, an open bar which is always a good thing.

On a completely different note, I went to some used bookstores in Peterborough and found a copy of Colin Wilson's An Introduction to New Existentialism. I love randomly finding out of print books. Maybe that's why there's a gap between wedding ceremonies and receptions. So guests can find awesome books at the local retailers.