Except for the priest who conducted the wedding, everything was alright. All the crisscrossing and detour has taken its toll on my energy reserves, but hey it was fun. I thought I won’t be the one to surrender first to gravity. I was made to believe that working on the nightshift for the last two years has granted me zombie-like numbness and endurance. I guess I was wrong.
Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Jordan Bacon