Two weekends in a row I attended lovely weddings. The anticipation of seeing the bridal party, the sight of the anxious groom, the dress—all great things.
But honestly—why am I always at the table with the person who complains about everything (are you really going to add Sweet’N Low to your Merlot?)? And why do we only hit the floor when line-dancing songs come on (Cupid Shuffle, anyone?)? I can’t. Oh well… as long as the bride and groom enjoys their day!