Saturday night with Miss Allie at her condo (which she shares with Britt now that they’re engaged)
So you’re hanging out with your fiance on a Saturday. Maybe you’ve had a long week and you were hoping to throw on whatever version of the poncho blanket you have, crack open the Chunky Monkey, and watch a Law & Order marathon on TNT. Suddenly, the person your future children will call “weird old maid aunt” shows up braying and honking and demanding you watch “An American in Paris” and Gossip Girl and making her mortified brother take fake laugh pictures.
This is why I’m not married, folks.