Last week, a friend gave a buzz that she’s going to take the plunge, a little suicide I said – well, she’s getting married. Hmmmm…. Everyone I know is plummeting into this rage. OK, so what now?
I don’t like attending weddings, don’t ask me why.
I am invited! …but of course. Not that I hate attending wedding ceremonies, just that the whole mayhem of an event preparation is not my thing. I am the “jump-into-a-jeans-and-shirt-and-go” kind of a guy, and now you’re tellin’ me to wear something formal? Ain ‘t comfy with it, well, I used to go to the office in shirt-and-tie most of the time, but out of the workplace? annoys me wearing anything stiff. Well, okey, it’s just a 2-hour ritual, but for most people the preparation is taking them the whole day. Not me, everyday is just like any other ordinary days – no fuss, no mess, no flurry.
But just to make my friend happy, on a must-be delirious moment of her life, I took a stride to the downtown and let me see what could I possibly shoplift for tonight.
Went with my buddy, peeked in lots of shops, I realized, it’s been a long time since I last did a shopping. Took us a long time rambling several shops, but as usual we ended up rummaging into piles of neatly hanged T-shirts. I always like the vintage-worn-out-look shirts, the older it look, the more I like it. That’s why I like tees from Abercrombie & Bitch ….errrr… Fitch…not bitch!
Shoot! Took us a long time,I already forgot that I have to take something like a long-sleeved shirt? Peeked in some more shops…. Conclusion? Ended up in nothing than the good-ole grocery bags.
I’ll just probably jump in one of those tees and a jacket or coat, and let see if the bride would kick my ass out of the hotel before the bellhop do.
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