Saturday, August 6, 2011


Last night was the weirdest night of my life!    A few months ago, I was passing messages via a wipe board and my little sister to my older sister when we were supposed to be doing schoolwork. She wrote "I can't wait for August 5th!" A few minutes later, I wrote, "What's August 5th?" She replied, "The wedding!"
     The wedding in question was the one for her two friends whom I had never formally met. I asked her, "Am I invited?" and she answered, "No. Weddings are too mushy for boys."
     So I accepted that. But as we drew closer to the big day, I began to wonder if I really wasn't invited, especially when the groom's mother e-mailed me and asked if I wanted to be a caterer at the reception. I said that I would, and I found out later that my older sister would be helping, too.
     Yesterday morning was the wedding. It was very beautiful, and I would have been thinking hard about marriage and love and whatnot, had I not been helping in the kitchen (which I'm not complaining about).
     When I got out and into the party, I asked my friend if she wanted to dance, and she replied, "Nah. You're too tall." I was fine with that, until everyone kept coming up to me and saying, "Will you dance with her? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease?"
     That's when things started to get weird. They played "Dynamite" by Taio Cruz and "Good Night" by the Black Eyed peas. One of my friends kept grabbing my brother around the neck and punching him in the gut, while some girl I had never met kept telling me that I "looked like a garlic bagel," and this random bridesmaid who I had never met before in my life came up to my friend and tried to convice her to dance with me.
     It was all very weird. And although I woke up this morning with a Mtn. Dew hangover, it was one of the most fun nights of my life, and the best one I've had all year.