If anyone needs me, I’ll be doing what I usually do at weddings: waging war on my liver and comparing my life with everyone else’s, then drinking some more and repeating, until 1) I end up in the bathroom with a mildly attractive distant cousin, 2) I get into a fight with that guest from that city whose football team I don’t like, or 3) I black out and wake up in Wales next to a faerie circle.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be doing what I usually do at weddings: waging war on my liver and comparing my life with everyone else’s, then drinking some more and repeating, until 1) I end up in the bathroom with a mildly attractive distant cousin, 2) I get into a fight with that guest from that city whose football team I don’t like, or 3) I black out and wake up in Wales next to a faerie circle.