Chicago in September.
The wedding rehearsal was a disaster. I was hoping to be paired with someone who at least matched my energy during the formal dance, but that wasn’t the case. September was dancing like she had two left feet—they were two pretty ass feet, but that’s beside the point. I, Chicago on the other hand, am a Delta, so I wanted to strut and really show out for the reception dance, but that would cause me to outshine her, no-rhythm-having ass. How did I get stuck being partnered with the prude, awkward, bridesmaid?