FIRST TRIP 9: Senior Citizen

I don’t know why women cry at weddings. I get it when they cry at funerals which are hardly celebratory. But weddings? They’re tears of joy, I’m sure, at seeing two lovely people pledge, for better or worse, to stay together through sickness and health, thick and thin, and lovers’ spats over who gets the remote control after 9pm, bwehehehehe.

I’d just been to a wedding where I notched a first: I became ninong for the very first time. Aaaaaargh!!!! I take it to mean I now reek of naphthalene balls and it’s going to be downhill from hereon. I can see myself more and more in the company of geriatrics, swapping small talk about which adult diaper brand is better.

Eww.