I am addicted to advice columns. Carolyn Hax, Dear Prudence, Miss Manners, even Hints from Heloise if I get bored. So, I was reading one of those the other day (I think it was Ms. Hax, though it may have been Miss Manners...), and saw a letter from a woman who had gone to a friend's wedding by herself, only to be stuck at a table making small talk with 9 strangers for a 10-course meal that lasted 7 hours. (Yes, that's what it said... seven. May be an exaggeration, but 10 courses does sound excessive and time-consuming.) By the time the meal was over and the dancing and mingling could begin, the letter writer was so tired that she went home.
Let's file this one under #thingsthatareNOTgoingtohappenatmywedding. One more reason to have a decidedly un-stuffy barbeque buffet...
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