chride

So, I wound up having an amazing time at the wedding I attended last weekend. I don't know whether it was because I thought I looked great or the Lexapro I've been taking, but I'm not going to question anything. I'd had such a bad time at the rehearsal dinner the night before that when I made the stop at my sister's house to drop off my dogs I picked up a sample pack.

Things really started off pretty interesting when, the second I walked into the church, Chris handed me a hotel key. Not a card, but an actual key with those oval tags on it. I said, "Classy". Chris' mom rolled her eyes. We sat all the way in the back on the last pew, and she never said anything about my non-participation. God, I love that woman. I hate churches.

Anyway, at the reception, I was on full sparkle. I even chatted with the guys from the band (Rockin' Doopsie played for what was called "practically nothing"). My dance card was full nearly the entire night, I got hit on by many a man and woman and finally stumbled off to our hotel room, full of wine and buzzed from the fat cigar I was smoking outside with the boys.

Thanks, Lexapro.

Cheers,
Chride