Pressure till the pop
They were never really great at planning. Their wedding was no different. Things were getting hectic and people were growing impatient.
There were no runaway brides, nor monsters of the groom. This isn’t a story about best man debauchery or inpatriate speeches. This is a story about how change happens.
In my early to mid twenties, weddings were few and far between. Most I knew got married in their thirties. This wedding was the first I went to after university. Done on the cheap, they had hired a Justice of the Peace, rented an old theatre and planned a pot luck.
They also decided to provide the wine. Sadly for the guest however, they didn’t bring wine openers. Back then this caused quite a commotion. No one lived near by. Stores were not stocked the way they are today. Things like wine openers were not readily available at 9pm on a Saturday. We were stuck, just like the corks we wanted to remove.
Luckily for us, there were trees. One by one, I took each bottle of wine and firmly and …
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