I take it back. I just realized I’d have an easier time describing the decent weddings I’ve attended than the pissy ones since the former could be counted on one hand even if I chopped off four fingers.
Let’s start with the bad weddings, shall we?
Exibit A: I was forced to attended my #@$% cousin’s wedding last winter, and upon arrival I was forced to pay $5 for parking. Regular guests had to pay $14.
And that was the nicest thing I could say about that wedding.