Date Night With Old Married Me

Ralph and I went to a wedding over the weekend. I love weddings. Somewhere in my wildest dreams I quit my job and become a wedding planner. Anyway, this wedding was a bit different for me, this wedding made me feel OLD.

First, we were not friends of the bride, or the groom. We were invited to this wedding by the bride’s parents. When I saw the groom my jaw dropped, he couldn’t possibly be a day over 14. Since when did grown men start looking like little kids to me?

At the reception, Ralph and I sat at a table with his business partners. None of us danced, in fact, hardly anyone moved their ass from the table the entire night. Ralph and I were the last couple from our table to leave, and we were home before 8:30. I had a babysitter, and I was at home in sweats by 8:30. WTF!

Ahhh, the life and times of an old married couple.