It just creeps right up every year. It's Valentine's Day and then you sneeze and out comes WEDDING SEASON. I'm attending four (possibly five) this year. That's a lot of hotel room minibars to resist, a lot of champy to consume without getting too tipsy, a lot of my signature Elaine Benes style dance moves to bust out. I don't even care if I look like a spaz. Just let me dance!