what’s with weddings that really brings out the beast in parents?  it seems like weddings   are like a secret key that unlocks the pandora’s box of the most random and imposing set of opinions from parents.  take my dad for instance who is normally cool as a cucumber and is fairly indifferent to any sort of aesthetic details.  when we discussed my wedding ideas over the dinner table, the conversation elicited a set of the most random demands.  for example, he said no to cupcakes. you have to have a cake. you have to slice the cake in front of people so that each slice of cake can be served to each guest.  he balked at the wedding dress i had in mind.  actually, i think his exact words were, “are you going clubbing or something?”  mind you, my dad hasn’t stepped foot in a club in 40 years. actually based on the stories he’s told me about his wild and crazy days as a college student, i question if he’s ever stepped foot in a club at all. oh, and he definitely has some words to say about the menu as well.  anyways, for a guy who told me that he has no opinions at all about the wedding, he certainly has a lot of opinions.