on monday evening, i went to dinner with a portion of the adult relatives and wendy. one conversation topic was, of course, chris and david's wedding. naturally, they were commenting on various aspects of the wedding. the adult ladies told wendy at lunch earlier that day that they thought one of the groomsmen was a very nice boy [by nice they mean he's chinese, speaks mandarin, and is tall]. i knew wendy would throw me to the wolves [the aunts] so i threw her in first. but she retaliated. there is no loyalty here. i had to preemptively strike. it is survival of the fittest with these wolves. oh...but she knows...she's going down. and she knows why. i will steal her new phrase and say to her, "blast you."

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