I've been going back and forth on whether or not I should post this one. It feels mean, in a way, and I don't want to be mean, because I really like this guy. I flirted wildly with him when I was 15 and in Norway for the first time. I never kissed him, but I probably should have, even though it turned out for the best that I didn't, because he just happens to be the cousin of my current, and most favored Mister.
Anyway. I went to his wedding in Brussels last month. Not Mister's. Obviously. The cousin's. The guy's. I'm on my second glass of port. Whatever. It was a nice little wedding--rich in champagne, and retro 80's pop for the dance portion of the evening.
Imagine my surprise, though, when I get his tasteful and, I might add, very prompt Thank You in the mail today, only to discover that I attended the wedding of none other than Abraham fucking Lincoln:
Minus the fetching goatie, of course. Prettier wife too. But, seriously. Have you ever?