I feel as though I haven’t been to a wedding in ages. According to the calendar it’s been exactly three months, to the day. This is what the off season feels like – so jam-packed that weddings become a distant memory. Yes, weddings, like baseball, do come in seasons. Off-season baseball players gain weight, off-season wedding goers do their taxes, volunteer, and go questing. Though there are other off-season wedding goers who just spend a lot of time at the grocery store, pondering the price of produce and if brown sugar is really worth the money. Regardless, in the off-season your wedding shoes gathers dust.
For all sorts of wedding goers, adventurers and non-adventurers alike, the season starts suddenly. One day, you’re reading about the super bowl, and the next day spring training has begun. Just as abruptly, the junk mail gives way to bridal showers and weddings invitations. It’s best to be prepared for the sudden shift in gears, by marking your calendar for the season’s start.
It turns out that spring training is scheduled for mid-February every year. Wedding season is just as regular. Prime time lasts, in practical terms, from Lag B’Omer till two weeks before Rosh Hashana. Or, as the weathermen would say, from the beginning of sun-shine season through Indian Summer.
Post-season picks up after the yamim noraim and runs through Chanuka. Depending on the year, this usually winds up being from the end of October through the first weeks of January. This is the dead season, not because people aren’t getting married, but because if you attempt to attend some of those weddings through winter storms your car will die.
Pre-season begins just before Purim. It’s so utterly inconvenient that the only people who choose to have weddings then probably don’t want anyone to come. So if you get an invitation, do them a favor and just reply “No coming.” Though it’s possible that the newly married couple just wants to use all their new dishes for Peasch – in which case, you should probably show up so that there’s a legal witness. Otherwise, it’ll just be them.
Lag B’Omer is around the corner; time to dust off my dancing shoes.