Finally, after an hour, we get back on the bus to drive 45 minutes out of town to have dinner. Dinner is held in a big tent that is decorated beautifully, but of course, we are the last table, Table 21. We get to our table, which is right by the big open door to this tent, and there is one heater that is only on the other side of the tent by the bridal party. So I’m already back to freezing; my clothes have still not dried. Food starts being served, and they are passing around platters of potatoes and salmon that are cold. We realized everyone else was served steak and chicken, but because we were table 21, they ran out before it reached us.
Speeches start, and one of the bridesmaids talks about her childhood for 30 minutes straight. At this point, I’m just dy*ng for the dance floor to open up, not because I want to dance but because I’ve been soaking wet and freezing for 4 hours now, and I need to get warm; it’s about survival at this point. Finally, the dance floor opens up, and I’m finally feeling better. I danced for 2 hours straight just to stay warm. When the wedding finally ends, we go to get back on the bus, and they tell us there’s no room. People are so drvnk and oblivious that they are screaming at the top of their lungs and in the aisle of the bus.
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