Grimlock ♥ Ultra Magnus

The neighbors are using our front yard for their wedding again - with permission.   My parents gladly gave it, but they didn't invite me and my brother until last minute last time and they didn't invite me at all this year. 

I'm actually psyched.  I just wanted to read last time and got slightly drunk instead. 

Anyway, what's happening is I have to go to the summer house between the ceremony and dinner - which I've been given permission to do.  I have to stash my stuff so it doesn't melt in the car, get my stuff for the beach ready and get to the beach - all without snagging an invite or with a polite 'please, don't go out of your way, I'm happy to go but I had planned on staying on the beach and I'm happy to do that, too.'

The truth is I would rather be on the beach: I don't know the daughter who's getting married very well  and yeah.   I have plans.  I made them, I want them.  My dad said it might be awkward for them, but oh, well, it's their house, I can go in and out as I please and if they didn't want it to be awkward, they should have invited me.   My mom agreed. 

I'm getting to the beach.   I'm so getting to the beach.  I don't care if I kinda crash this wedding, only to y'know, go through the party.   I have snacks.   And a gallon of water.   For the beach.