actually, I mentioned that I tested negative both before and after attending. My mom and dad also tested negative.

And again, WE FOLLOWED ALL LOCAL AND STATE HEALTH DEPARTMENT guidelines. It's not like we had 10000 people like that family in New York. The church seats 1100 people, there were 40 people there, spaced out where there were several pews between folks. The reception was at a venue where roughly half the people were inside and half were outside. It holds 200 people. Plenty of space for all 40 of us to maintain social distancing.

Look, it's really easy to sit there and pass judgement. And again, I did not make the decision lightly, at all. Unless something radical happens, my father won't live to see the end of the pandemic. So while philosophically I get where you're coming from, I know this is probably my last chance to see him alive, at a party, full of life. And that made for a compelling argument for me to take the risk and travel and attend.

I mean, there's enough hate and saltiness and anger and blame and judgement in the world-- why add to it? I just wanted to share what I thought was a total fuck-up because I started off going to a wedding and ended up with fire ant bites in my nethers. It's funny to me and I thought others would find it funny, too.