dj glowstick

weddings. are. so. freaking. gendered.

all i really wanted was someone to make eye contact with across the room during the particularly painful moments.

there were glow sticks at the reception. at least there was that. and an open bar. can't forget the open bar that made reuniting with high school friends at least a tad more bearable...

i bonded with the ring bearer. he was about four years old and told me stories about chickens and trees and golf carts.

on the way home we passed a farm with a zebra grazing in the field. honestly.

after a phat nap, my mom made me baked spaghetti with fake ground beef in it. they had friends over. friends with children. lots of conversation about where i go to church and who they should set me up with. *nervous laughter* but the five-year-old boy loved me. he said, and i quote, "can i see your moves again?", "i want to cuddle with you and watch cartoons," "can i spend the night here?", and "can i have more hugs and kisses before i leave?"

well, at least i'm a hit with the young men.