Mark and I are awesome. That is obvious. We have always been two freaking cool individuals. And what could be better than two awesome individuals committing their amazing, party filled lives to one another? Wow! That would be awesome.
And, on August 2, 2008, just that event occurred.
This post is to address the event that occurred the following day.
Mark Baker and Tiffany Alexander were married. But we were still awesome. But people stopped calling. They didn’t think it was appropriate to call married couples to go to the club on a Saturday night. They didn’t shoot us a text when they were headed to the Pacers game on a Wednesday.
There is a stigma with married couples. It isn’t appropriate for a married couple to be sloppily (and drunkenly) making out in the corner of a bar. Married people are supposed to kiss in the comfort of their home. Married people are supposed to make babies on a Friday night, not play beer pong.
Most married people are not awesome.
But as of August 3, 2008, Mark and Tiffany Baker were married. And we were still awesome.
I had to literally sit people down to acknowledge this. I asked what I had to do in order to get back on the invite list. (The one I was still ‘on’ as of August 1.)
Luckily, my awesomeness (coupled with my husband’s appeal) got us back on the lists. Thank God for it! If we hadn’t gotten on the single people’s invite lists, WE may have been the couple talking about dogs and scrapbooking at that wedding. What a frightening and equally icky thought.
Awesome people prefer the Bar/Dace Floor loop to doggy talk.
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