The height of wedding season is finally over — and if you’re anything like me, you’ve probably gone to a lot of weddings this summer. And if you’re anything like me, you probably talked a lot of shit about each wedding you attended. Mean, terrible, petty drunken shit.
Unless you were the bride. If you were the bride, then I’m sorry your wedding sucked and I spent three hours at the bar talking major shit with your drunk, fat aunt (by the way, we really hit it off, and we both hated your stupid sushi taco fusion appetizers). It wasn’t your choice of venue or the band. It was you. Here’s why everyone at your wedding secretly hated it.