Friday, November 20, 2009

Tonight, we went to Max's former co-workers wedding; it was really beautiful. It was the first wedding I have been to wearing maternity clothes, but I did find a dress. Of course, the dress was black due to the lovely appearance black gives off. It was about 11:30 p.m., and it was time for us to leave. So if anyone knows Max, he loves to be the last one to leave anywhere and needs a good 45 minute prep time to leave. That means that every 5 five minutes I have to say, "okay Max 45 minutes, okay Max 40 minutes, okay Max 35 minutes, okay Max 30 minutes, okay Max 25 minutes, and so on." That will go on until there aren't any minutes left, and he'll be ready to leave. We were about to walk out the door of the wedding, and he stopped before we hit the door and said he had to use the bathroom. So, I told him I will get the car since I was driving. I pulled the car up, and the groom was outside having a cigarette. Max walked out, and the groom said to Max, "you really are Serbian; you had your pregnant wife pull up the car for you."