07/05/2026
From behind the bar, I get to witness a lot of love stories in motion, but some of them just hit a little differently. The kind that makes you pause mid-pour, smile without realizing it, and quietly root for two people like you’ve known them forever.
So consider this your fair warning… I will cry at your wedding.
Not a single elegant tear either. I’m talking full emotional betrayal. The kind where I’m pretending I’m fine while wiping my face with a cocktail napkin like it’s part of the uniform. I’ll try to play it cool, keep serving drinks, keep it professional… but the second I see that look between you two, it’s over for me 🥹💍
There’s just something about watching two people promise forever in real time. The laughter, the nerves, the way everyone in the room softens for a second like we all collectively understand we’re witnessing something big. And yeah, I’ll probably say I’m “just allergic to happiness” while secretly being the happiest crier in the building.
So if you see me at your wedding wiping my face, don’t worry. I’m not upset. I’m just deeply, dramatically invested in your love story.
And I’ll be right there cheering you on, drink in hand, heart absolutely wrecked in the best way.