I think it’s completely dependent on your relationship with the bride and groom. If you get clearance, do you. But don’t just show up with your buddy from college and expect the bride to talk to you again in the next calendar year.
Getting a 9 to go to a wedding with you is a little easier than getting a 9 to say to herself, “Hey, this guy appears to be a functioning member of society. I should invest part of my life into dating him.”
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Fair.
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I think it’s completely dependent on your relationship with the bride and groom. If you get clearance, do you. But don’t just show up with your buddy from college and expect the bride to talk to you again in the next calendar year.
No one said it was going to be easy, UnproductiveBehavior. It’s tough out there and you’ve gotta dig deep.
Getting a 9 to go to a wedding with you is a little easier than getting a 9 to say to herself, “Hey, this guy appears to be a functioning member of society. I should invest part of my life into dating him.”
I took a photo of an old couple posing under it, if that counts.
Bacon-cheddar grits, player.
No one should feel bad about those, honestly.
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I wasn’t required to write this by any means, was just a killer trip worth talking about since everyone thought I was just on vacation anyway.
I’d pay full price to go back, especially in the winter for some skiing.
I fundamentally don’t understand why I’m getting downvotes for my attempts to entertain, you guys.
This was for everyone that downvoted me last week when I asked “Why?” to the commenter that said I owed the readers a big column this week.
I don’t disagree.
Living in Texas, can’t wait for summer to be over. But if I were north of the Mason-Dixon, I’d be losing my damn mind.
It’s #WeddingSeason, man. Embrace the shittiness of people getting married.
If eating reheated sweet and sour chicken out of a bowl makes me a foodie, call me Anthony Bourdain.
I’m assuming they mean craft brewery, but whatever. Might start just calling them that.
C’mon, man.
I’ll admit, I’ve only been to Williamsburg once and I really enjoyed it there. Not sure what that says but I wanted to get that off my chest.