Sasha goes to a wedding

Every one from high school is fat.

I went to this wedding this weekend and I highly suggest them as ego boosts to those who have managed to keep their slim figure through the post H.S years. I ended up at this 'show' through a work relation with one of the Bride's younger siblings and, well, it's a long story really and it's not this story.
Brother 1 (my date) was playing usher and sat me in the back (far from the family) with Brother 2's date. Or, as he put it, "My brother's latest casual sexual encounter". Nice. Bride looked pretty as a princess. She was in the pop crowd when we were tweens and with all of her old cronnies present, I couldn't help but feel like she was treating this like the best prom ever. Only, she's the only one in a nice dress and she just got voted queen.

The reception was down home small towntastic. 5 kegs of Natty Light and free Franzia was a-flowin'. To set them apart from the rest of us, the bridal party was drinking out of extra large Mason jars. All the pop girls changed into thier cheetah print party gear for the dancing. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Dancing didn't come until after we'd eaten to 'blotation' on catered hamburgers and hotdogs.

I didn't dance. But I did get to sit next to girls from my old class and catch up on all the gossip. For the record, 4 of the 7 girls at the table are expecting, 2 are engaged, and 3 (total) know exactly who their baby daddy is. Like I said, free beer.