We call this "irony."
Brooks Barnes, a writer for the New York Times, writes in Sunday's Style section that while he's an enthusiastic supporter of gay marriage, his thrill for gay weddings has faded like a favorite pair of jorts.
Don’t misunderstand. Seeing the look on my friend Tim’s face when he showed off Matt’s ring was a highlight of my life, truly. I am grateful to Jeff and John for the crab claws I gobbled at their postcard-perfect Hollywood Hills reception. I’m in no way making fun of the commitment Melissa and Shari made to each other. (Although I will mock their selection of music: “Love Can Build a Bridge” by the Judds. Really?) ...
But whine I will: when you’re not used to attending any weddings (or have grown out of the practice), this starts to feel like an awful lot of toasting and tuxedo wearing and traveling.
And that's not to mention all the K.D Lang karaoke.