December, 2007: "Come on, David!, we gotta get a move on if we wanna get there by 8" My older sister, Lauren called throughout the house. It was her wedding day and she just had to wake me up at 6am, the wedding started at 3 but I had to get there early... way early. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep for another half hour. "DAVID! What the hellllllll" my sister yelled when she saw me sleeping. I ran out the door and I hopped in my sisters crowded prius along with my mom, dad, and uncle Mel, Lauren drove and my mom rode shotgun leaving three wide men huddled together shoulder to shoulder. Can it possibly get worse. "Holy crap!, look at this traffic!" My sister cried in horror. Great, just great.
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After an hour and a half of mom's 150 bottles of light chardonnay on the wall, we were finally there. "God David, if you just did what you were supposed to do and hurry up we would NOT be late." My sister snapped "we're not even late, look around, if we were late, Auntie Lisa would be done shoving appetizers in her purse, hell, if we were late people would've been here already, little miss 7 hours early!" I retorted back. All of a sudden, she burst into tears, she then ran off, my mother shot me a glare and ran off to go find her. My dad just looked at me and shook his head, disappointed.