Going to a Funeral

The death of our good friend Martin's bachelorhood. It's a tragedy really, if I actually like the bride-to-be I would be happy for him, but alas, I don't. I'm trying to be positive though, I decided against wearing all black, I got them a gift card, and I'm showing up in support of Martin.

I personally think I have put effort into getting to know this girl, have invited them over for bbq's and such. But every time she steps foot in my house, she has something snide to say, or hides out in a different room than everyone else. I'm frankly surprised we were even invited! I don't know what her damage is, but I think it's something internal, because what's not to like about us?

I'm gonna buck up, get pretty, go eat my free dinner and drink my free drinks, and hurry home cause it's a Saturday night off of work, and that doesn't come around too often...