By some magical force, my dad had barely enough energy to make it to the wedding dinner. He might have sat there looking like a zombie, but at least he was able to be there.
After the dinner, I notice a small closet towards the front of the restaurant with the door cracked open. Around me, people are mingling and chatting, but I was too distracted by what was going on this room to pay attention to all my family members that I haven't seen in years. Because as I take a closer look, there is a lady sitting on the lap of a gentleman with a mullet and they are watching the Olympics on some 10" tv. The lady notices I am watching them, so I say, "Guess the real party's in there!" Meaning....watching the Olympics is a party. For some reason, the lady thought I meant that sitting on her ghetto co-workers lap was a party and said, "Oh, we like dated like 8 years ago, but we are just good friends now!" And I was all, "Oh, thanks - because I wanted to know your life story."
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