Dumb Weddings [closed with frostbitten-pooka-roo]
White frills decorated the entire room, giant brightly colored flowers dotted the tables, and Jack was glad to have an open bar. Don’t get him wrong; he was glad his friends were finding their partners, settling down…hell, this was his third wedding invite in just 8 months! And the reception had been quite nice. But it got awfully annoying, awfully quickly.
The lovey-dovey crap, canceling plans to ‘stay in, watch Netflix and snuggle’, the whole “Well Blah-blah thinks this, Blah-blah thinks that.”, even when Blah-blah was twelve hours away, David. Jack liked his independence. He couldn’t imagine how these people decided to just…do that.
He tossed back the rest of his toast champagne, and raised the glass to the happy couple as they started the first dance. Jack turned back to the table, his forehead barely missing part of the centerpiece as he laid his head down.
“Ugh. I hate weddings.”
@aster-says-g'day