Awake in Madison

I attended the wedding of one of my former roommates and his lovely bride this weekend. The wedding was amazing, but that’s not why you’re here, and if it is, get out. You’re not going to like it here.

Originally I had RSVP’d to this wedding with my then girlfriend, the crazy one that wanted to hit me with her car. Obviously, that did not go well and I struggled to find a new date for this wedding. I wasn’t going to tell my friends a week before their wedding that “Hey guys, you know those awesome name plates you made for the wedding and really stressed out about? You need to make another one.” I grabbed my roommate and said “Hey, you’re coming with me to a wedding.” As we walked in, I instantly recognized the photographer. ”Shit.” was the only thing I said.

The photographer just happened to be one of crazy-ex’s best friends. After the death glare he shot me when I walked in, I knew it was going to be a good time. I noticed him taking pictures of the name plates, especially of the one of my name and my ex’s name. Then I saw him take a picture of it with his iPhone and start typing. Yeah, I knew where that MMS was going.

Even when I’m outside the city limits, I just can’t escape it.

-Maverick

Jester: Maverick did invite me to the wedding (in jest… if you’ll pardon that pun). I think it’s for the good of all that it was a joke, though the chain of events would certainly have been funny from an outside perspective.

# being single

# exes