that, Keith, my ex from several years ago, is getting married at the Greek Orothodox church on Saturday? Well he is. And I'll be scraping paint off Jake's patio mere blocks away. Seriously. It's not even a mile away. It's blocks...like five or six.
Not that it really matters whether he's getting married around the corner or on the other side of the world. He was a great boyfriend but he's an even better friend and I wish him all the love and luck in the world.
But still...it's just funny. I'm sure I'll think of him in a tux with that unbearably happy yet terribly goofy smile on his face as I sit in my cut offs and tank top, running a heat gun over layers and layers of paint alongside the boyfriend who makes me unbearably happy and terribly goofy.
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