First time I’ve been to a wedding, and it definitely changed my perspective on them.
So my older cousin was getting married, and I was invited. We aren’t particularly close, and I’m not the most sociable of people…to put it mildly, so I was going to blow it off, but my parents, who were also invited, forced me.
I’m glad they did in the long run, although it didn’t start off that great. I don’t own a nice suit, and I sure as hell wasn’t buying one just for this, so I roll up in an ill fitting black suit I’ve had since I was sixteen and somehow still fits paired with a pair of Old School Vans… I know the epitome of class.
Well that was a big mistake. This wedding was quite a big affair, my cousin’s parents are quite well off, and I stuck out like a sore thumb from the mass of other guests.
The only saving grace was that I brought my girlfriend along. That way there was at least one person I knew at the table of my cousin’s friends I was seated at. Then again she spent the better part of the evening making fun of my clothes.