Honey, you've been planning your wedding since you were a little girl. You've thought about your dress, your bridesmaids' dresses, your shoes, your flowers and your music. You've envisioned your entrance, your first dance, your father's speech, and your bouquet toss. You've spent months planning seating arrangements, your centrepieces, your appetisers, your entree, and your cake.
Yet, somehow, it escaped you that you might need to serve some booze. It's Thursday, the big day is just two fucking days away, and it's just now occurring to you that your guests might want to drink? I'm not going to drop everything and cater to your prissy little princess tantrum.
P.S. Korbel sucks ass.
