Wedding Crasher, Take Two

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Remember the couple whose engagement proposal I crashed last fall? Well, I think I may have bumped into them again in the buffet line at a summer party last weekend. We happened to start chatting (truth be told, after a few glasses of rosé I tend to think that everyone is my BFF), and I found out they were getting married soon. So, of course, I had to know all the details – how they met, where their wedding was going to be, etc.

When I asked about the proposal, they told me he had proposed last fall outside their apartment building on the UES. And that’s when the light bulb went off… and I asked them if perhaps I had been at the proposal outside their apartment building. Actually, I think I did a little twirl and said, “Do you guys remember me?” A look of panic crossed their faces, but before they could answer, lobster tails appeared at the buffet and all hell broke loose – ’cause who wants to miss out on fresh lobster – and we were separated.

Looking back at the panic I saw on their faces could only mean one of two scenarios: 1. It was, in fact, the same couple whose proposal I crashed, and therefore, they now assume I am some sort of stalker; or 2. It was not the same couple, but the fact that I asked them if I was at their proposal totally weirded them out and they now assume I am some sort of stalker. Either way you cut it, I come across as creepy. The good news is that I checked my calendar and I’m free the weekend they are getting married. I’m just sayin’.

Here’s to wedding crashers, rosé drinking and lobster tails.

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