This past Saturday, I went to a cousin’s wedding in Indiana without
Amanda because she had to do a service project to fulfill her
graduation service hours. Upon arriving, I found out that the reception
would be at 5 p.m. (the wedding was at 1). I had already driven close
to an hour to get to the wedding. I knew Amanda would be off by then,
so I texted her on my phone to see if she wanted to come to the
reception. She said ok.
The wedding was nice, short and sweet. Nothing truly remarkable. I got out of there close to 2 p.m. and drove for an hour back home.
I got there, ready to pick her up and found out that she hadn’t gotten
my message about the reception. Rather she had said ok to an earlier
text message. After freaking out for a minute, we went to Target and
shopped for an hour, came back to her place. She got dressed; I went on
the internet.
We left and I drove an hour back there.
The reception was fun. My 19-year-old brother got drunk off some
donated scotch by one of my cousins’ husband, providing us with some
amusement. We ate some good steak and danced. And then for the fourth
time that day, I drove an hour back home.
Four hours’ worth of driving just for a wedding and a reception that was only an hour away. It was worth it.
Earth_Alien_RV3 says:
Oh boy… sounds like QUITE the wkend!
knup728 says:
Thats hilarious! I’m glad it all worked out well for you.