Miss Rachel, again, bemoans the fact that she has
never been to a wedding. Not one she remembers, at least. It's hard
to tell your teen-aged daughters that weddings are overrated. Actually,
overrated is understated. They mostly suck completely. Receptions,
anyway. Except the one my college buds and I walked out of for a bit.
At a fancy club in Michigan. Drunk on scotch, not the beer that we
were used to, we ended up out at the stables, visiting with enormous-headed
horses, real horses, right there. The day after, we regretted neither the
walking out for a bit nor the drinking. Only having left just before the
aunts, doing some drinking of their own, took all their clothes off and jumped in
the pool.
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