Right in the feels. I just attended a White Buffalo wedding. We were old family friends so I couldn’t say no- and I didn’t think it would be a big deal because our youthful, romantic fling had slowly flickered out the last few years since we had gone to different schools, summer internships, lost contact etc. But something about seeing someone you once saw yourself marrying, marrying someone else puts you on a one way trip to Singlesville. With a long detour through the open bar and then a day-long layover in Hangoverston.
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Right in the feels. I just attended a White Buffalo wedding. We were old family friends so I couldn’t say no- and I didn’t think it would be a big deal because our youthful, romantic fling had slowly flickered out the last few years since we had gone to different schools, summer internships, lost contact etc. But something about seeing someone you once saw yourself marrying, marrying someone else puts you on a one way trip to Singlesville. With a long detour through the open bar and then a day-long layover in Hangoverston.