The seating chart has been a headache all day. Poor mom. I can just picture her sitting at the kitchen island, laptop to her left, names spread out on little post-it notes, sticking them under table numbers and wondering where to place "random cousin #1" and "dateless friend #6". She has emailed me the chart approximately 13 times now, and we finally think we've got it sorted. Sort of.
I feel like after this I should send my mom a sympathy card. Just so she knows I'm feeling her pain. The pain of grouping complete strangers together and hoping that they enjoy each other's company as much as they enjoy their chicken and beef dinners and doing the cupid shuffle and electric slide on a 12' x 12' dance floor while some chicks hair no doubt whips them in the face as another dude stomps on their feet in his wing-tipped loafers.
Ahhh weddings. So much fun with so many strangers.
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