Anthony is Not Funny: An Essay
This past Friday was a very important day for me for two reasons: 1.) it was my 25th birthday and 2.) it was the RSVP deadline for the wedding. Both events made getting the mail on Friday very exciting.
Before I could even get the mail, I saw a large, white cardboard envelope propped up outside the door to our building. A closer look revealed that it had my name on it. Hooray!
I gather up the rest of the mail and run inside. I take stock: two pink envelopes (RSVPs) and two larger card envelopes (birthday cards). Deciding to keep the most mysterious envelope for last I plow through the birthday cards and RSVPs. Setting some boring looking envelopes aside (bills), I tear into the big white envelope and.... it's empty! Oh, wait, not really. A closer look reveals a tiny bit of pink hidden in the bottom left corner. What the... hmm, an RSVP. Odd.
I open it - Mr. Anthony ______ will PROBABLY attend. I don't remember there being a write in option on our RSVP...
Anthony is coming and I am now revoking his pink dress and bridesmaid status to demote him to groomsman.