I Got Married (Finally)
It’s not for everyone.
Coroni-macaroni didn’t want us to get married.
Well F-You Coroni!
Our wedding got canceled three times because of lockdowns. Nothing could stop us today. It happened.
The photos are a little strange. We got married next to Parliament House. The steps were full of riot police and protestors. The uneducated were protesting about vaccines again. It looked more like a party though.
A few bragged they were there for ‘the drinks.’ A few said they had already taken the vaccine. One guy handed out icy-poles — protestors took one and then sucked on it together with their neighbor (super spreaders).
Unmasked rebels approached us as we walked down the street.
“The police will let you through for wedding photos if you ask them.”
I tried to keep my distance. Coroni was guaranteed to be present amongst the mob. We approached the steps of Parliament.
“Excuse me officer, could we take one photo on the steps?”
Officer: “No. Photos are prohibited.”
Getting married during one of the weirdest times in history comes jam-packed full of lessons. Here’s a few I’ve learned that you’ll find useful.
