Aww, their first quarrel. Cayla has decided that now she’s gonna give Les shit about having to plan the wedding on her own, even though she did agree to “deal with all of the wedding plans“, and even though she declined at least twice to join Les on the Kilimanjaro trek.
The Coming Wedding
Yeah, as if Les isn’t looking forward to having an empty house at last. Too bad Cayla isn’t taking the hint. She’s so in love with Moore Manor that she’s decided she’ll have her wedding there. Well, that’s a damn sight better than having it at You-Know-Whoni’s.
The Wedding Un-planner
I suppose that the reader is expected to chuckle at Les’ lackadaisical approach to wedding planning: typical last-minute male thing, amirite? But Cayla’s reaction could serve as a response to any number of instances of TB’s own sloppy storytelling, e.g., Summer in April of her senior year: …”I’m going with my dad to check out a college this weekend.” “Seriously? That just occurred to you?”
Pair-asites
Nothing, nothing to see or chuckle at today, folks. Just a couple of bandy legged, middle-aged white men trying to stay the hell out the way of a couple of younger, healthier Caucasians, in a setting that’s meant be a park in autumn but whose hazy amber hues suggest the midst of a forest fire.
What's a Meta For?
“Our first real place”? If you go by this strip from 2008, Darin and Jessica got married about ten years ago. Darin had rarely been seen (and Jess not at all) until they appeared on Les’ doorstep in April of 2011. So if this old apartment over a pizza parlor is their first real place, where and how had they lived before Moore Manor? Staying with friend after friend until they wore out their welcome?
