Wedding...
Last weekend I attended the wedding of an old school friend; on reflection I was lucky to get invited, as weddings can be very expensive so why should I be worried about where I sat and why I was on the last table. Surely it was more important that I had been asked in the first place. I sometimes wonder why such petty things fill my mind but as I sat at my table and looked at the people on the other tables I did wonder what system had been used when working out the seating plan.
I travelled down to the wedding with one of my friends and by the end of the weekend I felt like giving him such a beating that as soon as I dropped him at his house I had to drive off before I said or did something I might regret.
What did he do to get this response from me, just be his own dopy self something that I would not normally get to experience but having to put up with it for a whole weekend really started to grate on my nerves.
:: How Jedi Are You? ::
I travelled down to the wedding with one of my friends and by the end of the weekend I felt like giving him such a beating that as soon as I dropped him at his house I had to drive off before I said or did something I might regret.
What did he do to get this response from me, just be his own dopy self something that I would not normally get to experience but having to put up with it for a whole weekend really started to grate on my nerves.
:: How Jedi Are You? ::