Schu and I went to a wedding on Saturday. It was a really awesome wedding, which isn’t really the point of the story, but is worth mentioning anyway. It was at the local Disabled American Veteran hall and was super casual and low-key with people sitting around card tables, eating food made by the couples’ nanas and moms. I have to say, I don’t like weddings in general, but this one was really enjoyable! Mostly BECAUSE it wasn’t some ridiculously expensive, overly formal affair, but was just friends and family hanging out and enjoying watching a couple in love get married.
We were sitting before the ceremony chatting with some other guests and I happened to glance over at the tables where the food was all being set up. I tapped Schu on the shoulder and said “Look. On the food table. In front of those crockpots.” And when he saw it, he hung his head in disgust. Face it, Schu, you cannot escape the power of…
I made him take that picture because I was embarrassed to be stared at by the wedding guests taking a picture of mustard. Interestingly, no one even seemed to notice what he was doing or stare at him. But he did take another picture of the mustard…evidently staring at the wedding guests
Who thinks to take a picture from the mustard’s point of view? Oh yeah, Schu. It’s actually taken exactly from the angle at which the mustard would be staring at Schu’s empty seat (I’m sitting next to that empty seat, trying to look like ‘I don’t know the person taking pictures of mustard” but instead I look all herpy derpy).
I like to think that this is how Schu imagines the mustard – sitting, staring, plotting…
Cheers (and many years of happiness to the newlyweds),