November 13, 2012 by kitcac
I went to a wedding last night. It was at that cafe where they gave me the smallest piece of cake that time.
They served scones at the wedding, even at this time of year!
The bride and groom didn’t seem to mind that I’d gatecrashed their reception to eat scones, nor were they bothered that I was bleeding profusely from multiple gunshot wounds inflicted on me by Horatio Caine from CSI Miami.
I was very surprised that Horatio shot me, but he had been acting odd over our lunch date. He’d put a stuffed robin on a fake branch next to our table and kept interrupting me during lunch to talk to it. To be honest, I wouldn’t normally put up with that sort of behaviour, but I really wanted him to say something dramatic/cheesy and put his sunglasses on.
That would have been incredible.
But instead, Horatio went a bit crazy and shot me multiple times. I survived of course, because I was able to go and have a scone at the wedding of some strangers, but I can’t help feeling a bit gutted that he didn’t do the glasses thing.