BELLINI FOR THE BIGFOOT

What does one do when they catch their groom in a compromising position with his best man?
Find the closest bar and get wasted off bellinis, of course.
Waking up, sprawled across a large man’s chest wasn’t what I expected. Nor was said large man telling me he’s the real-life Bigfoot. Him proposing on the spot so he can keep his family’s land? Ha!
My family thinks I’m crazy.
I might think I’m a little crazy too.
Because when it comes to saying I do, my heart is leaning one way, and my mind is leaning the other.
And I have no idea which one will win out.