I Do Until I Don't

Chapter 19

 The good thing about having an older sister is that she knows all the tips and secrets to get rid of a hangover. It's a shame Alex is an only child.

Sabrina and Fannar stay at home with him for the next couple of days, making sure he doesn't sneak out and go to some other party where he will most likely get hungover again.

At least it gives me time to assist my family mid-wedding crisis when we receive a call announcing that the DJ quit the company and that we have to find another one.

My family and I are sitting on the front porch around a glass round table, taking notes in separate notepads as Mélanie and Nia search online for different DJs and contacting all of their friends to see if they know any good DJs.

Dad has filled two pages of notes. Mom and Julia haven't written a thing. Well, to be fair, mom doesn't have to do so. She's baking cookies and serving us different kinds of pink lemonade for the cocktail beforehand and we have to rate them. In my notebook, I have only written Nia and Mélanie's criterias.

Not too cheap;

Not too expensive;

Great taste in music;

He has to make us play games;

And beat drops. Lots of beat drops. Good beat drops;

Not homophobic.

"How's the lemonade?" mom asks, taking a sip from my glass.

"Okay," I say. "But I preferred the other batch."

"Right? I added mint in that one. Maybe too much."

Julia nearly spits in her glass the mouthful of pink lemonade she had swallowed. "Why on earth did you put mint?"

"Well," Dad starts like Julia dressed her question to him. "Mint has many advantages. For one, it's great for the metabolism. Your mother just cares about your health."

"She clearly doesn't care about my taste buds," Julia mumbles.

"Actually," mom starts, "I added some because I saw Julia do the same with the pina colada and I thought it was a good idea."

"I knew Julia did something to my pina colada!" Mélanie practically shouts making Nia jump in surprise.

"Well, duh. Your pina colada sucks," Julia shoots.

"Ummm... Excuse me? My pina colada does not suck!"

"Jeez, woman. You need to calm down."

"You're being too loud," I sing. Julia looks at me exasperated and shakes her head.

Still, Mélanie puts her head between her hands and makes an oddly bear-like sound.

"If I don't find a DJ in the next fifteen minutes, I cancelling the wedding."

I add to my list of criteria for the DJ:

Not a ditcher;

Able to handle Mélanie's breakdowns.

If I ever get married ─No! When get married ─ I'm just going to DJ it myself. It's far more simple. I will ask a friend to cook and I will do the decorations myself. I won't have to have mental breakdowns every two days and wonder if everything is going to be perfect. I will be DIY-ing everything: of course it's not going to be perfect!

For that, I'd have to find a guy who's willing to let me DIY everything. Someone who is either A. Alexander Hannah or B. Able to make me forget Alexander Hannah which I doubt will ever happen because he's got the power of First Love.