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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Yeah, but you did do that god damn motherfucking clink-clink-make-the-couple-kiss routine, you stupid fucking Jamaica-visiting, Zubaz-wearing, Mojito-drinking, spin-class-attending prole.
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They didn't do that at this wedding. No clink-clinking at all. No dollar dance either actually. This is not to say the wedding was schmaltz-free. Instead of the clink clink thing, they had people come up to a microphone and tell a story about the bride and groom in order to make them kiss. I did not tell a story. Mainly what I did do was (a) drink (not so much as to get sick), (b) look as unbored as possible and (c) listen to a lot of family gossip. I also was accidently nearly responsible for making a (pseudo) sister-in-law (not the bride) pass out by 2:00 p.m. when I ordered her a Bacardi O on the rocks instead of the Bacardi O wine cooler type thing she was expecting. I had no idea there was such a thing as a Bacardi O cooler. Live and learn.
