I passed by a Lamborghini store today

Today was sad because it was the last day of Michael's vacation (I get Mondays off).  His demeanor started to change the day we left from Penticton.
This morning he was going to head to Aberdeen Mall in Richmond to pick up a laptop and he procrastinated and procrastinated and dropped hints about me coming up until he was in the hallway and I was saying goodbye to him and he just looked so incredibly despondent that I said "gimme five" and I changed and went with him.
Aberdeen.  Yeah.  There was a Lamborghini store, and a Polygon Home store in the mall.  What fucking mall sells high end sports cars and houses?
Rhetorical question says what now?
When we came back the Party at the Pier was going on, which was mostly lame, except we caught a couple of incredible bands.  If you get the chance to see The Oh Wells or Dinah D's Contraband Swing Club I can't recommend them enough.  It was just some great, serendipitous, free, brilliant music and we even got to chow down on veggie dogs (pretend it's a smokey!) and watch little kids groove to the beats because adults are way too inhibited.
We then watched "The Grey" which was scary for me because I'm a pussy.
Holy plot holes, batman.  Surely the bones of the story were there, and it's man against nature and man against himself and man against bad CGI wolves, but come on.
Speaking of plot holes, I'm having a crisis about a low level issue that everyone deals with routinely in life but, because I hover around the top of Maslow's hierarchy, this particular blight is sticking in my craw.  It's a revisitation of that Sex and the City episode "A Woman's Right to Shoes".  Let's just lay it all out on the table, shall we?  Plot holes and all?
I'm 35 (holy shit: I'm 35!) and I'm not married and I don't have children and I don't own property with anyone.  I've been to innumerable weddings and have bought gifts and have attended the ceremonies and have literally been told that "one day" it will happen to me as though my life was somehow lacking because I wasn't hitched.
So.  I have been invited to the bridal shower of my cousin's fiance.  I see my cousin - who I greatly enjoy and respect - two or three times a year.  I love him: he's a great guy.  But I've never met his future wife, and I'm not invited to the wedding (they're trying to keep things cheap which I totally agree with) but I'm supposed to show up to this bridal shower and spend an afternoon with a stranger and also go and purchase a gift from one of the stores where they are registered at.
I don't know who to be pissed off at.  I've never met my cousin's fiance so I can't say if either of them were on board with this.  My mother has told me that it's important for my aunt that I show up.  What does that even mean?  Maybe if someone said that it was important to my cousin or to his fiance that I show up, I might be more inclined.  My mother intimated that a shower is a way of introducing someone into the family: we all get to meet and great the new addition.   Neat!
Michael and I have been together for over a decade, so if the protocol here is that my presence is required in order to meet this newest addition, where were all my cousins and aunts and uncles when Michael came on the scene?  Not to mention the gifts.
It's just bogus, the whole premise of it.  I know my cousin and his partner don't have a lot of money.  And when I talked to him at Christmas he wanted to keep it very small and low key, and yet all of a sudden I'm offending his mother if I don't show up and the wedding has morphed into something more than what the people getting married might actually want.  This is why I hate the actual physical act of marriage.
The plot gets hijacked.  Everyone oohs and aahs over the bad CGI wolves and no one notices the plot holes.
Michael made a funny comment today: do we get our wedding gifts back when the couple divorces?
I suppose this whole conversation is irrelevant because I will do what I always do in situations like this: show up and do the right thing.  Perpetuate the absurd.