Happy Wedding Day!

I went to my middle cousin's (like middle sibling, explanatory?) wedding yesterday. Had an inordinately large amount of fun. Talked to family in a way I haven't in quite some time, recalling the past without bitterness or anger.
The only mar on an otherwise perfect outting was when the gentlemen stepped outside. Now, it might seem kind of odd to separate the genders in this day an age, for my father to take his son, son-in-law and my flavour of the month (okay, okay, flavour of the decade) outside for a scotch and a cigar, but he does. And as usual, I latched onto a pretense in order to sneak a quick puff of a small (but delicious) mini-stogie. And my father suggested that I stay and have one of my own.

I didn't accept my father's invitation because I know that as much as I can relate more to the guys, and the conversation is loads more to my interest, I'm still a girlie girl and they may feel it necessary to censor their conversation so as not to offend me. Or I'd stear the subject closer to something I can share. The conversation still at the table was about things that don't affect my life. I do not have children, have no hope of owning a house and redecorating in the near future, and will probably never have a relationship ceremony (unless flavour-of-the-decade wins the lottery in ten years or so?) so couldn't speak on anything that my mother, sister and brother's girlfriend had to talk about. (They don't only talk about this stuff, of course, but did I mention it was a WEDDING?)

I don't belong with the men. Yet, the conversation that had erupted since the exodus of Y chromosomes didn't interest me either.
I'm not a lesbian, but I'm not straight. I'm not a socialist but I'm not a conservative. I'm not young but I'm not old.
I am absolutely nothing that can be labelled...and I like labels.

This is going to be a long decade.

You cannot disprove what isn't there.

"All right, Athiests. If you don't think there's an invisible man in the sky, prove that God does not exist."

Okay, so it's not a direct quotation from Eddie Izzard, but that's only because he's MUCH funnier than I am and I could not be expected to remember everything the man said word for word. The show went for two and a half hours, ignoring intermission. So give me a break. Or not, if you weren't reading that thinking "that's not what he said" or something to the equivalent. Where was I? Right, Izzard (may I call him Eddie? You don't mind, do you? He'll never know and it makes me feel closer to the fount of interesting anecdotes...and diversions), anyway, Eddie made a good point. If we're going off of proof vs faith, and Christians (Muslims, Jews, Hindus, Sikhs, et al but mostly Christians) say that athiests should -prove- God doesn't exist then shouldn't they be subject to the same rules of any scientific argument? Shouldn't they have to prove that the invisible man in the sky exists? That man that noone ever sees, hears or interacts with in any way since, what, Moses? Yeah, Moses...Noah? Whatever. Or they can stick to their faith based argument...like me. 'Cause, you know, like I've said before, it's not that I don't believe in gods, goddesses or God. I just am really really pissed off at them at the moment. We're not talking. Believing in gods is like believing in cheese sandwiches. Why do you need to believe when it's obviously right in front of you?

Excuse me, a cheese sandwich sounds good right now.