I thought I was going to have a good time, until I realized how awkward it was when I figured out I don't know who I'm... well, technically... related to? Kind of complicated. Twas my half brother's wedding, and I never really knew anyone on his father's side. Yet, my father raised the both of us from when he was 16 months (He's now 26) all the way til he graduated high school. The fact that his father acted like he was some big hero when he did nothing for the first 18 years of Jason's life made me want to fucking punch him in the face, too.
Idk, possibly flirting with my brother's relatives, even if I'm not related by blood, made the whole thing just weeeird.
Fun though. We were running late so we changed in a fucking cemetery. Two cars drove by during this (One was a pizza delivery dude)