So my friends got married this weekend.
For those of us just recently graduated, currently committed, and praying to remain so without immediately conjoining ourselves unto death, that's a big deal.
I didn't even stand in the neighborhood of the bouquet. Matt pretended not to know that garters exist. We grimaced to some painfully country music (you can take a girl out of Stearns County...) and feasted on the free booze.
And then there were mutual toasts from both bride and groom. At one point, Tim said, [edited for time and content] "my wife [...]". To which Kristen responded, "[blah blah blah] my husband [blah blah blah]". Shut UP.
Shut UP. They sound so married and that's because they ARE.
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