Busted
I don’t know if it’s a guy thing or not, but I’ve never given a crap about weddings. I didn’t care when Luci Bird married whoever the hell it was she married, or when Tricia married that Cox guy, or when Diana married Prince Jughead or even when Jen married Brad. If I hear that somebody I actually know is getting married (though, at this phase of my life, people I know are a lot more likely to die than get married), my first thought is usually, “oh Christ, I hope they don’t invite me” (my second thought, of course, is “I hope they have an open bar at the reception”). So it should come as no surprise that I really don’t give a flying frack about Chelsea Clinton getting married today. (more…)

