Me & Weddings

On a day-to-day basis, my inability to conduct myself like a normal, mature and socially-adjusted adult is tempered somewhat by the three dozen engineers I work with – many of whom might be considered “off” or “slow” if you didn’t know they were engineers. However, when placed in real-world situations, especially hallmark occasions like weddings or graduations or birthdays, I turn into a stumbling and stuttering discomfort-machine – dispensing awkward hugs, desperate congratulations and nervous well-wishes like a red-faced, sweating and poorly-programmed robot.

The zero-beer Aaron is the king of the awkward hug, which he thrusts upon many an unsuspecting bride, bridesmaid and/or other receiving line members, because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right? At least four-beer Aaron is sincere in his hugging (of everything that moves). After 31 years, you’d think I’d be better at reading body language. My dilemma – is it more awkward to be the guy who opts to shake the bride/bridesmaid’s hand? or to look like some kind of shy, creepy pervert? This weekend, my hugs were met with surprised “oh”s and nervous laughs… meanwhile, I wanted to bury my head in the choppy, polluted strait and scream, then hit the bar… hard. Which I did (CB wedding, only fitting).

My retardedness aside – the wedding was great and great fun. Congratulations Al, Murna and families.