I have a wedding to go to next weekend. And I hate weddings.
Okay, no I don't. I really like weddings. I love seeing the groom's face when the bride walks down the aisle. I like trying to figure out how much money the bride spent on her dress instead of putting ponying up for a down payment on a house. (I'm not much for overly extravagant weddings.) I love seeing how the cake is decorated. (That's my inner baker talking.) And I really enjoy going to receptions with an open bar, but who doesn't?
The thing I don't like about weddings is going alone. Weddings are the one thing that I feel so out of place at when I'm alone. I don't care if I'm with my sister, mother, friend, or someone I'm dating... I just don't want to be by myself at a wedding. I don't know why. It's not like I had a super traumatic wedding experience. It's just a strange quirk of mine.
Sadly, I'll be attending this wedding alone. Some of my coworkers will be there, which is comforting, but I'll be arriving and leaving alone. Since this is my coworker getting married, there is no reason for my mother to go. My sister would go because she just would, but she's a couple of hundred miles away. Mark doesn't do weddings. Period.
So I'll navigate this one solo... and pray that there is an open bar.
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