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I went to the wedding after all. I got all dolled up and sucked it up and went, holding onto Mr. KKC's hand very, very tightly.
The entire afternoon I felt like I had a neon sign over my head that said, "MAID OF HONOR REJECT." Everybody stared. The bride was oblivious, and the new MoH was catty and shot me dirty and superior looks all evening.
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Her toast was lame, and she didn't look very good in her dress.
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Honestly, the wedding just looked like an excuse for her parents to show off and flaunt wealth in front of their friends. It was all style and very little substance. And I hope they have a nice life. Thanks, all of you, for your advice. I think I managed to maintain ties with my other friends. And Mr. KKC says that I deserve an Oscar for my performance. Just thought y'all'd like to know.
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History doesn't repeat itself, but it often rhymes.
Mark Twain
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