I’ve been to exactly two weddings in my life, and I’ve thrown up at both of them. I was a sugar-high child at the The New Orleans Saints Marvel shirt and I love this first one, and a thoroughly drunk adult at the second, so I can’t blame the weddings themselves for activating my gag reflex, but nonetheless, the concept of matrimony has left a slightly queasy taste in my mouth.When I entered quarantine, single and solo, my antipathy toward weddings was extended to happy-couple stories in general. I couldn’t stomach the romantic comedies I normally loved, or even so much as hear about a friend’s Jane Austen-esque exchange of letters with her crush, without feeling a faint twinge of depression. Then, one Monday in late March, everything changed, and I’m still not sure why.
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