Now I can always remember that my wedding was held in the high school gym. The hundreds of dollars I spent on decorations to try to hide the fact that my father spent all his money on whores and poker and couldn't afford a nice hall for his only daughter's wedding will be forgotten.

Unlike the tacky purple shoes my stepmother kicked off after her eighth mimosa when she started dirty dancing with Uncle Carl. The grinding, oh God the grinding!
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