The wedding (Part five); life was good
The party lasted for a good two hours.
We met people, we ate stuff, we even sang together- Marg and I. I was tone-deaf.
So that was something.
Then again, I was weirdly excited.
I had no idea I could be such a clown.
The music, the sweet smell… it was nice.
Most of our friends and family would arrive tomorrow at our home party, so this didn't really feel like a party. It was a party regardless but I just didn't get the feeling.
Still, it was fun to see people actually caring about us- which was probably fake.
Okay, it was definitely fake.
But still, it was fun.
Marg didn't have any maternal relatives other than just one uncle who couldn't make it here. he'd be at our party later on- or so she said.
"I think it's time we head back," Marg said.
Speaking of heading back, how were we going to get back?
"We'll take the jet." Mom came over.