The invitation came in the mail yesterday. My brother is getting married at the end of June and I'm pretty excited about it. It should be a pretty cool wedding. It's gonna be on the Chesapeake Bay, so it should be beautiful. And they are gonna do things like hire the DJ from the club when they first met, so it should be pretty cool as well.
But I'm excited about the crab feast. Instead of formal rehearsal dinner, we're going to be good Marylanders and just eat bushels of crabs. I had a thirty-minute argument with my mom this morning on whether it is better to serve cream of crab soup or crab soup. These things matter. Crab soup is better, by the way.
Oh, even better. I get to emcee the reception. Giving me a microphone... rarely a good idea.
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You should do that sermon from Oral Ad.
That would probably be a bad idea. I think I'll talk about how disappointed we are that we could not reunite Pavement to play as the wedding band.
I assume you actually meant, "even better, my favourite cousin will be there."
Well, that went without saying. My favorite cousin is gonna have to learn how to pick crabs like a Marylander.
Combs as party favors?
Except that your favourite cousin is vegetarian and allergic to seafood anyway. Pick your own damned crabs.
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