Where to run, where to hide?
I’ve been invited to a wedding!
A violent assault on the antisocial guy.
My wife knows I don’t like social gatherings, especially weddings, but her best friend is getting married this afternoon. She said to me with the sad puppy eyes: “I can’t go there alone, will you come with me?” I said yes. That was two months ago.
Now the day I have been dreading has arrived. There is no turning back. I have to go.
At least it’s not family. I know the bride but that’s it. Never met her fiancé. None of the guests know me. I feel better among strangers than I do among family. No one will talk to me. Smiles and friendly handshakes, I can do that. My acting skills are rusted, but when the situation calls for it, I can summon them back to life. I think… we’ll see. Hope it doesn’t suck the life out of me.
Sit in church. *yawn*
Watch the show. (Hope she trips)
Stand, sit, stand, sit, kneel. (WTF?)
Clap when they kiss. (She’s not a virgin)
Congratulate them. (In two years you’ll be separated)
Then eat, drink and dance. That’s how people celebrate. What are they celebrating exactly? Who cares. We have food, alcohol and music. Let’s do what they do. Stuff your face, get drunk and move your body. Pretend to be happy. Woopy!