I went to a wedding dinner today. One thing good about it is that unlike other weddings, they didn’t play that Elvis song I hate. Instead they had people going up to the stage to sing. Somehow it’s like a trend in their family. When her brother got married they had the same too. Then old drunk uncles would go up to the stage and sing and make funny moves that they’d shoot themselves out of shame if they ever find out.
I wasn’t going to blog about this but something happened and it’s like “Blog!” Wanna know what?
When the appetizers came, my cousin was the first one who took one of the dishes and she said, “Nice chicken.” Then someone said it’s not chicken.
Well, anyway, I didn’t care what she took but the dark coloured gravy dish looks good so I took a piece. And I thought, Hmm nice chicken. But it’s small though. And it’s bony. Well, whatever. Why did someone say it’s not chicken? Oh maybe the brown one is not chicken. So I took the brown one. Hmm. Tastes like chicken too.
“Hey try the frog,” my mom said as she pointed to the first dish I tried.
“Frrr….og???” What the f***! Frog?? But it tastes like chicken! It can’t be. Frogs aren’t supposed to taste nice. Maybe it was the gravy that’s nice. F*** I can’t believe I ate it! I ate its leg! That’s why it’s so god damned bony!
Who the hell serves frog in a wedding!? (by the way, did the title gave it off?)
Hallelujah. Neko graduated from not eating weird stuff. But that doesn’t mean she’s gonna try the duck fetus. Don’t even think about it JC and Arthur.
So that horror made me feel like sharing it with you. I once swore I would never eat a frog, or a dog, or a duck fetus, and anything that’s not a fully grown duck, chicken, or pig. So isn’t it horrifying to be told you just ate a frog? Thank god it wasn’t a dog. I would have exploded there and then.
Enough of that. Here comes the sentimental part. A girl went up to the stage and sang and seeing her made me feel like cutting my hair real short, pack my bags, and sayonara, I’m off to travel across the seas and land. My mom said I was crazy. But really, don’t you ever wish you could leave everything behind and just live a life?