Filed under: Jersey Suburb | Tags: jersey love, smoking is cool, vlogging is easier than blogging
At my cousin’s wedding–the ostensible reason for our trip–Cat managed to gather my cousins together to extract some blasphemous information (which may or may not have been facilitated by open bar Tanqueray-tonics. Just sayin.).
And who was notably excluded from this affair? Me. Why? Because it’s a SMOKE BREAK. So yeah, me and my pristine lungs are sitting alone at Table 7 eating our feelings, which are, yes–wedding cake. (Ever get the feeling you’ve picked the wrong poison?)