My Dull Life: Party Crashing And Debate
December 5, 2009 in My Dull Life
It’s eight o’clock in the evening and I’m thinking about the wedding that I have to attend the next morning. I buy black socks for the new Brooks Brothers suit that I had just purchased last week. It fits well enough for an off the rack suit. It doesn’t have the sleekest lines, but neither do I.
I’ve always hated weddings. Cards, appropriate gifts, etc. At least this one had a registry. I buy a set of martini glasses off of the website. I realize that it probably isn’t enough so I also order a single towel. It’s the fourth in a set of four. That means that somehow, before my intervention, the blissfully wedded couple was going to receive only three towels. I try to think about a way to make a joke about towels and dry martinis, but fail. In the end, I write in the e-note, “Nothing goes with a set of martini glasses like a towel.” What a jerk.
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