You know, even after the martini tasting on Wednesday (see post below), I still manage to be the responsible one. Apparently for EVERY OTHER event than when I go out with the Big A for a martini tasting.
This weekend was the second of a double-header of weddings. If I were a gambling woman, I would put all my money on this last marriage not lasting. Isn’t that terrible to say? But standing in the back row while they were reciting their vows, I was moved to tears. Not by what they were saying, but by the fact that this time next year there was probably going to be the preverbial blood and guts.
Dude. And if one more person asked me when Winemonkey and I are getting married. There were punches to throw. After the last two weddings and the horror stories that surface from recent brides during the $25,000 buffet dinner, who the hell wants to get married? I say, “courthouse, here we come.”
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I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN, sista! If I hear one more time why we are not getting married, I might have to start toting a shotgun to weddings. This weekend starts our back to back east coast extravaganza weddings. And, incidentally, for every two of VS’s friends that get married in one year, two get divorced. We only make the trip for the first time, folks!
Hmmmm… Ummm… I’d like to get married a few times… GETTING married is fun…ha!