You were naïve.
Asleep on the job.
You saw it coming a mile away, but you didn’t blink.
Instead, you held the envelope up, admiring the cursive.
The “C” in cordially was written so prettily you thought it came from the 1700s and caused you to hate yourself, if only for a moment.
And then, still admiring, you call out to your wife and put the nail in your coffin.
“Jackie’s getting married! In Tampa! We’re going, right?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world! — It’ll be our vacation!”
Hook. Line. & Sinker.
Life goes on.
Eight months later, it’s weeks before the wedding when your phone lights up. It’s a text from Jackie.
“You booked your rooms, right?”
“What’s in Tampa?”
“You’re funny — see you soon!”
Your head cranes to the stairs.
“Hey, Jackie texted me; she asked if we got the… Ohhh, fuck!”
Suddenly you feel the coarse hairs of a noose called responsibility tighten around your neck. You think, “how can I be so stupid?!” “How can I say yes to a wedding, States away!” “Do I even like Jackie?”
The questions multiply like an unattended calculator in a classroom full of third graders.
And then time speeds up as you see your weekend unfold.
You imagine the car ride and all the fun you get to have on your 15-hour trip. You picture all the other idiots driving next to you, who, on a public highway, seem to privately be in your way.
Next, you’re in the hotel lobby. Its marbled, luxurious interior makes your jaw drop. And when you see the bill that comes with this place, your jaw falls off at the damn hinge.
Now you’re red-faced in the crowd, sun beating down on you, grinding your teeth, foot tapping away. Jackie walks by in her wedding dress.
“Aren’t you glad we came?” Your wife enthusiastically asks.
You nod artlessly.
Finally, you feel your hips swaying and your head nodding, grooving on the dance floor — your one moment of peace. The drinks you had finally seemed to be working their magic when you hear Jackie’s familiar voice.
“It’s so good to see you! But it sucks you have to go so soon -that’s like 30 hours of driving in two days!”
The music pauses.
The world eats itself.
And you grab your chest as you fall into the floor, spinning down into the recesses of your mind.
Then an echo from another world snaps you out of it.
“Danny, Why the fuck are you screaming?! You’re upsetting the cat!”
“Nothing — just nothing… hold on, Dear, let me grab some water.”
And that’s when you see it.
The motherfuckin’ wedding invitation, laughing at you on the fridge.
The consequences of saying yes were somehow displayed proudly.
Please like, comment, share and tell me what you think. What commitments drive you crazy? Please share with someone who would find this funny.
31 thoughts on “The wedding you don’t want to go to”
Oh, i don’t know how i never read your blog. You’re pretty good. I’m glad you like my stuff too.
Thank you so much and no problem – you’re pretty good too. Merry Xmas!
Nice write. Enjoyed it.
So happy you do!
There are so many, movie nights, basically anything I sign up for weeks in advance and then it is soon and I am like wtf. I like my house. I like being home and in my pjs.
With you on that!
Brilliant writing. I dont know how I manage it, but I’ve missed so many weddings because of migraines 😕 not sure it’s a great compromise though
Thank you and sorry to hear that! Migraines are no fun
There were definite advantages to the Covid isolation! Have a great Christmas and a happy, healthy, New Year.
Same to you, merry Christmas and Happy New Year, thank you for always stopping by
Ugh the wedding bomb 💣 brutal
Oh yes! haha thank you for reading!
There’sNothing quite like feeling the dread of a trip you don’t want to make
Especially when the destination is a wedding…
Yeah! It’s about a $1000 just to hear someone say “I do” – I’ve got one coming up I’ll hopefully have the forsight to cancel months in advance
You’re quite funny and you really know how to keep the reader engaged. I loved it. I’m following now.✨
Thank you so much! I really appreciate it and you leaving that comment – it made my day! – I’m practicing for a book so hopefully I can keep it going!
Same here! I’m a firm believer that iron sharpens iron and that EVERYTHING happens for a reason. I’m so glad it made your day! Keep going!
You’re absolutely right – I will and you keep going too!
Thank you! I will!
That was a funny story. I hate those long drives too.
My brother in Annoyance! Ha yeah thinking about the drive is almost worst than the drive itseld
Wonderful post Anthony. Commitments are tough and there are some hectic ones that drive you straight to the mental institution. Getting married is a very big decision and in my own view is one commitment that drives one crazy.
Starting a business is a big commitment too so yeah life is just like that, it throws in a curve ball full of challenges and commitments.
Have a great week🙏
Please how did called this kind of wedding
I enjoyed this!
Wow good 😊
Thank you so much!
Somehow I became committed by my friend, family/inlaws to be the IT guy, handyman (plumbing, construction, moving company etc,) and personal chef by default. I get volentold what my commitments are. I perform my duties stoically as I don’t have an actual reason to decline. Because I just want to be lazy sometimes is not a good enough excuse LOL
Stonking blog! So true when it comes to many wedding situations! Thanks for the smile. Thank you also for liking my stuff
so happy you enjoyed and yeah they drive me crazy! And no problem, keep writing!
Just discovered your blog after you liked a content on mine (Thank you) and this was a nice intro to your writing. Loved reading and kind of spot on how we unintentionally commit to things because of the few minutes it takes to actively say no.