Hey folks, I am still locked up in joyful (barf) wedding celebration. I kinda started to get sick of talking to people I don’t know, so I kinda clammed up, which cause the slightly-drunk father of the bride to ask “what’s the matter with you? You seem like you’re f*#cking stoned.”
BUT, the ceremony went really well. I wrote a closing poem that said all the things you’re supposed to say, but said it with a bouncy meter and with a lot of slant rhymes, and everyone was REALLY happy with it. I guess sometimes people like poetry.