Previously: Deciding a wedding on a coin toss
I know you’ve all been eagerly awaiting news of the infamous coin toss, probably the most absurd coin toss in the history of coin tosses.
I would have kept everyone in suspense a bit longer (only because I’m lazy to blog about it right away), but stupid Piers scooped me by posting the result on Dayre IMMEDIATELY after the coin toss, which was just before we went to bed, so I had to wake up extra early this morning to write this piece before the news becomes too stale.
I always knew having a blogger partner was bad news!
Alright, alright, I will for once skip being long-winded and come straight to the point.
The result is: No wedding for us.
We tossed the coin 11 times. I originally suggested doing “Best of 10” because one toss felt too flippant and flukish. And, sure enough, 10 tosses ended up in a tie, so we had to do a tie-breaker toss. And the tie-breaker said no.
That was it.
So, both Piers and I went to bed rather sad.
I know. You are now going to say, “If you’re sad, that means you want the wedding, so JUST DO IT FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.”
But if the last coin had landed the other way, we would have gone to bed stressed and afraid. Either way, it was going to be bad news.
I know that sounds very ridiculous. This whole thing is ridiculous. But life is unfair and ridiculous.
So, I guess the decision has been made for us. What do you think?