When I was little, I would always stab my fingernails
into the waxy and squishy leaves to make them pop and see the liquid trickle out of the
green flesh-and then get yelled at for destroying things. It was just so satisfying. It was the early 90's. Everyone had them. They may have actually been in macreme hangers (specifically at that hippie's house that my mom worked for, with all the turtles...but thats another story...). Actually, my fingertips still itch when I'm around succulents....popping them is just fun..like zits...but I digress.
I had never seen this type of greenery in wedding bouqets, centerpieces, or headwear until a few months ago, but I love it! They're are just so unexpected, and there's something to be said about them in the martial sense. I know there's some deep connection that's pretty obvious here. I'll be loose about it though, because I'm single and not super interested in depressing myself about the lack of my connection with someone...Now that I think about it, that wouldn't depress, I just don't feel like thinking hard. Anyway, succulents withstand arid climates nearly void of water (even I had a hard time killing them) and they handle hot sun and high temperatures, much like the trials and tribulations of marriage. Yet, they are moist and delicate inside and fragile to the touch...of a five years olds with fingernails...and I suppose husbands and wives don't like being sratched either..back to the wedding jazz:
Favors by Martha
Lastly, and most importantly, you can make tequila out of them, and every marriage or single person needs tequila.
Mom's fav: Patron.
And then there was that time she tried to turn down Jose shots at a wedding because she 'only drinks Patron...' I apparently come by it honestly...
and finally, Tila Tequila, giving tequila a bad rap since 1981