So, as promised here is a little post about my cousin’s wedding…
Her wedding didn’t start until 7.30pm Sunday night so by the time it started I was feeling like it was close to bed time. 
I was one of the bride’s maids and my groom’s man was a very dashing guy but in all honesty, he was no Gael. 
I didn’t think I’d cry because I didn’t feel weepy at all but once my cousin reached the end of the aisle I felt myself welling up. A few tears fell from the left eye and that was it.
There wasn’t any food afterwards which made me sad inside and I didn’t get home until around 11.30pm. That also kind of sucked because I have class Monday mornings at 9.30am.
Other than that, there really isn’t much to say. I suppose I could write about why I think weddings are a waste of time and money but that could be an entire, long post. So I’ll save it for next time. 
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