Having your ceremony and reception in the same location. Every other wedding I’ve been to has the ceremony in one spot, then everyone has to mill around aimlessly for a while until cocktail hour starts halfway across town (or in some cases, three towns away) and so you’re trying to figure out where to meet people, how to move yourself, whether you’re riding with friends or family, and it’s just a big logistical mess. We got married at a large restaurant that has several banquet rooms, a patio and a great view. So we got married on the patio, and everyone went inside for cocktails while we took photos, and then we joined everyone for the dinner and reception. In fact, the restaurant had arrangements with vendors, so it was super easy to arrange the food, decorations, even the flowers and the officiant. Save yourself and your guests the drive and the hassle, pick one spot and do everything there. I promise, you’ll be happy you did.
I had my first round of sex-ed in middle school, and aside from the narrator of the video series we used looking identical to the school secretary (shout-out to Mrs. Paluska) it wasn’t really that embarrassing. It was my freshman year of high school when I had health class, and in a discussion about masturbation, the TEACHER (a woman) suggested that women enjoy riding horses because it stimulates their clitoris. I had to speak up - I’d been riding for years and not only had I not experienced this myself, but no one at the stable ever talked about it or mentioned it. Is it possible? Yeah, probably, but come on. If you’re riding a horse to get your jollies then you’re confused about several things. Of course, this resulted in a “Yeah, I’m sure you *really* like riding horses, Anne.” look from both the teacher and my classmates, and for a few weeks I was the girl that probably definitely masturbated on a saddle. Thanks, health class!
Response to 36 Kids Who Take Better Selfies Than You:
If you share it on Instagram, isn’t it fair game?
- annem25 "How Bad At Sex Are You?"
Response to 17 Reasons Friends With Kids Are The Worst:
Hey, know what else is the worst? When you have children, and suddenly all your “friends” stop talking to you/inviting you anywhere because you have other priorities besides binge drinking. So your friendships fade away, and then in 5 years when they all start having kids, they dominate your Facebook with pictures of their baby’s poop and stories about how precious it is when their offspring pees on their Ben Sherman shirts. Where were you, “friends,” when I wanted to go see that new movie that night when I got a babysitter? Oh, now you just take your squalling crotchfruit into a packed theater on opening night, because “it’s too hard to leave her with a stranger?” Friends with kids aren’t the worst; hypocritical, self-absorbed assholes are the worst.