This post is part of the A to Z Challenge. Each post will be associated with a letter of the alphabet with the theme ‘Lessons from a Wedding’.
Truth: Weddings beget the appearance of Crazy Relatives.
She cringed as she recalled the relatives who had never visited before but with the prospect of free food, booze and entertainment suddenly descended en masse to her sister’s wedding.
There was the distant (at least five intergalactic light years away) cousin who called her dad a few days before the wedding asking him if she could come because she’s never attended a wedding that had New Zealanders among the crowd of guests and she was curious. There was no mention that she wanted to attend because she missed spending time with the family. At least she was being honest.
There was also the first cousin who repeatedly told her that she looked gorgeous in her gown and kept eyeing her from head to toe, not even trying to disguise the slightly lewd gaze that overcame his face. This must be how Bridget Jones felt when her uncle pinched her bum. But multiplied by infinity, she thought.
How could she forget her dad’s sister-in-law’s sister by marriage who took it upon herself to interrogate the catering crew asking if the food was freshly cooked because she didn’t think so and why were there no chicken curry because it’s her favourite food. She probably forgot that she was not part of the decision-making circle when it came to the wedding menu.
After everyone had left and it was the day after, she was supremely grateful that she’d never see these crazy relatives again, anymore.
Truth: One can only take the presence of crazy relatives in ultra-microscopic doses.