I’m in St. Louis at the moment, waiting for my friend to complete her spray tan; she’s getting married on Saturday. It is the first of my ‘moral support’ tasks.
So far, so good.
I’ve come to the conclusion that, in the hour I’ve been in this town, if I ever get married, I’m eloping. Or destination-wedding-ing that shit.
Too much stress.
I’ve officially made myself the lead executive in a job I’d like to call, “making sure friend’s husband-to-be gets all of the things he has to do”. I think this is one of those male-female divide things. I dunno.
I come in peace.
Let’s hope it prevails.