Yargh. Before I could post about receiving Leah and Shawn's wedding invitation (with stickers and everything), my mom called, so I mentioned it to her.
It turns out that their wedding is the same day as Peter and Janice's. Ehn.
I am not sure what to do. Go to the lame wedding of my lame brother and feel lame; or go to my friends' wedding, which will lead to fun and seeing my long-lost friends again?
Boredom and chest-sucking ennui with one choice, guilt plus the unwanted adolescent thrill of "punishing" my family on the other. Wonderful.
Mom wasted no time in setting in with the guiltomatic. Peter has no friends or family to invite besides us (and Aunt Jan, the sole member of the extended McIntosh clan who doesn't loathe my parents). And I wouldn't want Janice's side of the chuch to outnumber ours, would I?
I clammed up and ended the conversation when it was polite to do so, saying that I had a difficult decision ahead of me all of a sudden, and I'd appreciate her letting me think it over. To her credit, she didn't demand that I go to Peter's wedding, though she made her preferences clear.
