The wedding isn’t about you or your fued. Go to the wedding keep your distance. If they engage you be the bigger person and leave. And if you can’t do that then don’t go to the wedding.
I'm not involved in the fued and I'd prefer to keep it that way. Anyways, it's looking like I'll probably go. I just hate weddings.
Bring a battle ax just in case. You can never be too careful. Also get drunk first. Absolutely nothing can go wrong with this scenario.
So symbolically if you did not support a marriage would you not attend? Like if the dude were a POS, would you go? Asking for a friend...
Depends on how close you are. My one close friend married a woman who after 30 minutes of meeting I wanted to throw through a plate-glass window. I was baffled how she could possibly be The One. I hated her, and I pretty much hated him for giving in to this malevolent cunt, but I still went to the wedding. That wedding was the last time we ever saw him. My friends and I predicted it at the wedding, too.
So to slightly veer off to the side, if your friend was marrying someone they knew for a very short time because they were loaded?
Depends on the reception. If it's some low rent shit, pass. If they have an open bar and decent catering. Why not? Free meal and booze and you aren't out much if it's local.
Oh, so both of the people getting married are assholes instead. Listen to your heart. If you don’t want to go, don’t.
I find in the dozens of weddings I’ve been to that an open bar makes for a much, MUCH more fun wedding every time. Everybody dances and has a good time because that’s when alcohol is put to good use:when you don’t have to watch your wallet.
Two reasons to go to a wedding... one is that you're obligated to go, the other is that you want to go. You can want to go to a wedding for a few different reasons... like you know the people and want to share in a great moment in their life, or there's an open bar and you have nothing else to do, or you know it's going to be a train wreck so you want to be there for the pure entertainment value.
My best friend asked me to be the best man at his wedding to a girl he'd been going out with for years. I declined. I did go back for the divorce though. A few years later he got married again and once again asked me to be his best man. I drove 1400 miles to be there and then drove 1400 miles back home over a two day span. They've been married 22 years now. It's kind of a use your own judgement thing. In other news, I just caught my dick in my zipper and I'm not happy in the pants. I knew there was a reason I usually wear 501's. I've never hurt my dick with buttons.