K so I was bored today, and I just started writing the beginning of a story that I'll probably never freaking finish. A friend of mine was riding me because I fucking hate weddings, so I decided to give him an example semi-autobiographical of how weddings annoy me... so uhh enjoy I guess? (and this hasn't been proof read) 
Her green eyes shimmered in the mid-morning sun, almost glowing with sheer exuberance. I couldn't help but think to myself how beautiful she was at that moment, and how I wanted to remember her like... "HONEY!" she interjected, cutting me off mid-thought. "I WANT OUR WEDDING TO LOOK *JUST* LIKE THIS!!!"
"fuck." I thought to myself... well, there goes the moment.
No sooner had I opened my mouth to retort, than she spotted the other bridesmaids across the courtyard, and took off towards them at full speed with a gleeful shriek. I dragged my feet, scuffing the dress shoes as I slowly shuffled towards the energetic group; In no real hurry to reach my destination.
I stood, mind numbed half listening in horror as they chirped on about the ceremony, decorations, food, who would be next, and the rest of the wedding minutia. Half numbed or not, at the mention of the "next", my instincts kicked in and my eyes began to dart from side to side like a cornered mouse desperately looking for any small crack to escape through. Through the crowds, in the distance, I spotted it... like an oasis in the desert, my salvation... the bar. The OPEN bar to be precise. I stealthily, all be it hurriedly scurried across the
room before I could be involved any further in the conversation.
I bellied up to the bar with the rest of the "attached' men to lament what this really was: An expensive, elaborate, thinly veiled HINT to the rest of us... or trap, depending on how much of an asshole you want to be about it. The Groom gazed over at us with big sorrowful eyes like a puppy in a pet store as if to say "I'm sorry, guys!!". Yeah... not as sorry as you will be for having an open bar, though, Gary!!
I suppose it could have been the look of a desperate plea for help look but at this point, dreading the drive home conversations, none of us were about to intervene. He made his bed, and had dragged us through the mud to do so... so it was just going to have to lie in it.
Her green eyes shimmered in the mid-morning sun, almost glowing with sheer exuberance. I couldn't help but think to myself how beautiful she was at that moment, and how I wanted to remember her like... "HONEY!" she interjected, cutting me off mid-thought. "I WANT OUR WEDDING TO LOOK *JUST* LIKE THIS!!!"
"fuck." I thought to myself... well, there goes the moment.
No sooner had I opened my mouth to retort, than she spotted the other bridesmaids across the courtyard, and took off towards them at full speed with a gleeful shriek. I dragged my feet, scuffing the dress shoes as I slowly shuffled towards the energetic group; In no real hurry to reach my destination.
I stood, mind numbed half listening in horror as they chirped on about the ceremony, decorations, food, who would be next, and the rest of the wedding minutia. Half numbed or not, at the mention of the "next", my instincts kicked in and my eyes began to dart from side to side like a cornered mouse desperately looking for any small crack to escape through. Through the crowds, in the distance, I spotted it... like an oasis in the desert, my salvation... the bar. The OPEN bar to be precise. I stealthily, all be it hurriedly scurried across the
room before I could be involved any further in the conversation.
I bellied up to the bar with the rest of the "attached' men to lament what this really was: An expensive, elaborate, thinly veiled HINT to the rest of us... or trap, depending on how much of an asshole you want to be about it. The Groom gazed over at us with big sorrowful eyes like a puppy in a pet store as if to say "I'm sorry, guys!!". Yeah... not as sorry as you will be for having an open bar, though, Gary!!
I suppose it could have been the look of a desperate plea for help look but at this point, dreading the drive home conversations, none of us were about to intervene. He made his bed, and had dragged us through the mud to do so... so it was just going to have to lie in it.
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