A HISTORY WEDDINGSn ancient tinries, weddings were a little more casual than they are today. Rival tribes, in order to increase their population, would frequently stage rCnds against one another, with the sole purpose of acquiring brides. That's rightthey'd steal one another's ladyfolk. The raiding party was kind of what you'd consider your modern-day groom and his groomsmen.Only, you know, they wouldn't be wearing tuxes. More like loincloths.Sometimes the young ladies in question got wind of the raiding party beforehand and didn't necessarily...
A HISTORY WEDDINGSn ancient tinries, weddings were a little more casual than they are today. Rival tribes, in order to increase their population, would frequently stage rCnds against one another, with the sole purpose of acquiring brides. That's rightthey'd steal one another's ladyfolk. The raiding party was kind of what you'd consider your modern-day groom and his groomsmen.Only, you know, they wouldn't be wearing tuxes. More like loincloths.Sometimes the young ladies in question got wind of the raiding party beforehand and didn't necessarily put up much of a fight.But this didn't mean there wasn't ill feeling on the part of their families and friends.CkaptcA, 1Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Emily Bronte (1818-1848), British novelist and poethaz," I say, poking the man in the tuxedo who lay sprawled across my bed. "You have to get out of here."Chaz brushes my hand away as if it's annoying him. "Mom," he says. "Stop it. I told you, I already took out the trash.""Chaz." I poke him some more. "I mean it. Wake up. You have to go."Chaz wakes up with a start. "Wha Where am I?" He looks blearUy around the room until his unfocused gaze finally comes to rest on me. "Oh. Lizzie. What time is it?""Time for you to go," I say, grabbing hold of his arm and pulling on it. "Come on. Get up."But I might as well be pulling on an elephant. He won't budge."What's going on?" Chaz wants to know. I have to admit, it's not easy, being so mean to him. He looks downright adorable in his tuxedo shirt, all stubbly faced and confused, with his dark hair sticking up in tufts all over his head. He squints at me. "Is it morning already? Heywhy do you still have your clothes on?""Because nothing happened between us," I say, relieved that it's true. I mean, stuff happened. But my Spanx are still on, so not that much stuff. Thank God. "Come on, get up. You have to go.""What do you mean, nothing happened between us?" Chaz looks offended. "How can you say that? That's my beard burn you're wearing."
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