No luck in Vermont

Two weeks ago, I went to a friend's wedding in Vermont. Now for a girl who likes to get piece and get out, I love weddings. So whenever people invite me to their wedding, I always go and my favorite weddings are destination weddings. This was my second destination wedding, the first one was in Jamaica. I used to work with the bride and had never met her fiance (now husband) before. I had missed the engagement party and the bachelorette party, so missing the wedding was out of the question. Not to mention, when's the next time I'd have an opportunity to go to Vermont? And just so you know, it looks just like it does in pictures; really green and full of quaint buildings.

I went to the wedding alone, so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to get try my hand at a great wedding tradition- picking up someone at the wedding. Since none of the guests lived in Vermont, I figured this would be easy picking. I get to the wedding just before it starts but I look great, so it was worth the wait. I look around at the guests and to see if there's any cuties in the group, so I know where to focus my energies. I can't tell who's paired up but once the service is over and the cocktail hour begins, I'll plot my attack. After the service- it was nice-the cocktail hour starts and I'm looking for my evening's entertainment.

After 3 drinks, it becomes painfully clear that I'm not going to be hooking up with anyone. The best looking people at this event are the two lesbians and they came together! Now I'm not opposed to picking up lesbians but that wasn't what I was looking for. So I proceeded to enjoy lots of free drinks to get the taste of the crappy meal out of my mouth. Even with 5 to 6 drinks under my belt, no one looked worth the effort. I had been looking forward to getting laid with someone I'd never see again but I had no luck in Vermont.