My first and last bridal show

Anybody who really knows me can probably guess that I'm not the bridal show type. That shouldn't be a surprise because bridal shows aren’t designed for, marketed towards, or even compatible with males. I'm sure you could make an easy argument defending this practice with typical male stereotypes. It is true men are less inclined to be motivated, involved in the decision making process, or in many cases they just don't care at all about the planning that goes into their own wedding. And why should we? The simple fact is weddings aren’t for us they are for the bride. The flippant response men joking give "just tell me when to be there" is really a secret acknowledgement that they just want to stay out of the way.

But of course we care! We want the best for our brides to be and because of this that I attended my first and last bridal show ever. Well, I must be the only groom who cares because I didn't see any others. Sure there were a couple of Dads parked on the couches in the atrium because they didn't want to spend the $5, but for the most part it was just me. I held false hope that since the hotel was right next to the Budweiser brewery after I did my "lap" I could find my tortured band of brothers in the hotel bar watching playoff football while the women educated themselves on the latest fashion trends in white lace fabric. *sigh*

In a nutshell here is what I learned:

1. Cake tastes like cake
   
2. Wedding vendors are like a mafia, and they all want you to sign up for their junk mail raffle
   
3. Never wander, because as long as I was with Gina they didn't talk to me
   
4. I can do a better wedding album myself
   

All in all it wasn't a total waste of time but I will never go to another one.