I performed three hotel weddings today. On my way to work, I saw an altercation between the J-cops and a J-crazy at the train station. J-crazy was cackling maniacally (I think he was legit demon possessed) as four J-cops jumped on him and tried to wrestle him down. He threw them off like it was a panel in a comic book. I was impressed.
In one of the weddings, the bride had shitty bright red lipstick. Also she was crying so much that snot was literally running in two viscous lines down onto her lip. It was nasty. We kept giving her tissues to wipe it away. And then the groom had her lipstick smeared on his own lips after the wedding kiss. The guests jeered at him. I laughed inside.
I'm on my third Guinness. It's 8:05 pm on Saturday night, and the moon is full.
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