My brother-in-law’s youngest sister got married recently. Unfortunately, I have to confess that I don’t really like my brother-in-law’s siblings. We don’t get along. It probably has something to do with the fact that they’re awful to my sister. Or maybe I just don’t like them.
For some strange reason, probably family obligation or something, I was invited to the wedding… and to the bridal shower… and the bachelorette party. I didn’t go to the pre-wedding events, and I had decided that I wasn’t going to go to the wedding either. I had already decided. But I went anyway.
What can I say? I’m a jellyfish.
I didn’t go to the wedding for the bride or the groom, neither of whom I care about in the slightest. (Was that harsh?) I went to the wedding because my broth-in-law was giving away the bride.
And so I went to the wedding.
And now I have my regular several posts coming your way about the different things I noticed about the experience. Because, as you may have imagined, nothing with my family is truly ordinary, not even a trip to a wedding.
But maybe that’s just my opinion.
