Beaching and Whining

#210: Random Thoughts

I have never met an Australian beach I didn't love.

And the thing that will always amaze me is how close we are to them. At some point during the day, we just look at each other and ask, "hit the beach?" And we do. Just like that. Today, we went to La Perouse and swam in icy cold water at Congwong Bay. What's not to love about shivering violently close to catching pneumonia?

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But I had to swim. HAD TO. I officially start work on Monday as a corporate strategy intern and I had to at least celebrate the official end of MY summer by getting the official beach dunk. The real point of what I'm saying is, "How many 'officials' did you remember reading in the last sentence?"

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I was contemplating killing this blog because I look at my life and it's more interesting to live it than to constantly write about it. I used to need to paint my thoughts. Make them more tangible. Now I just happily mumble away and let the significant other be significantly disturbed.

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I also considered creating a separate blog to record details of the wedding. Thing is, who wants to read about dilemmas on which photographer to book or which gowns are flattering (or fattening)? No one. No one who's not getting married. Given my audience of, uhm, two, this may not be relevant. At least, not yet. And for the would-be brides who might stumble into some fresh black hole and unto this supposed wedding blog, why should their lives be made easier? We all need this sort of exercise - grappling in the the dark, sorting through issues, stressing... Think of a chick trying to hatch out of its egg or the butterfly emerging from its cocoon. They don't need our help. They need to go through the struggle so that when they've completed the process, they're stronger. Besides, there's already the show 'Bridezillas' to entertain and appall.

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Well, what's appalling to me now is the cost of getting photographers and videographers. When did they start demanding that you spend as much on them as you do on your guests' food? There is this really good videographer who's asking for close to Php100K plus an arm, a leg and a nuclear warhead from North Korea. Wha-??? Why, oh, why? You're not creating a blockbuster movie. It's a video for reminiscing with your grandkids when you're around 117 years old. Sure, no one wants entries to Funniest Videos (whether American, Australian or Bitoy's) but come on.

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Or maybe I'm just being sour about not being able to afford his ridiculous package.

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Maybe we'll just strap a video cam to the head of one of the flower girls and make her film the whole thing.

And if you don't think that's a cool idea, you need a little Congwong dunking.