The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

In my last video, some of you thought I went a little dramatic

on William Darcy. I know it may have seemed a bit harsh.

In this video, I am going to tell you a story.

A story of a wedding. A painful wedding.

Where a man and a woman were forced to dance together because of

some stupid binding tradition that should be banned for all time.

So if you haven't guessed it yet, yeah, I caught the bouquet.

And guess what stuck up, pompous prick caught the garter? Yeah.

My name is Lizzie Bennet and this is the story of the most awkward dance EVER.

So you're all probably wondering, how did this ridiculous set of circumstances happen?

Oh trust me, I am too.

I was standing against the wall, minding my own business.

Well, really I was watching Bing and Jane dance song after song.

And then watching my mom pump her fist so that everyone

else in the world knew of her unbridled success.

Lizzie, who's that dancing with Bing Lee,

the rich new neighbor who's studying to be a doctor?

For the tenth time, it's your eldest, most perfect daughter, Jane.

- This is the happiest day of my life! - What about the day you married dad?

Or the days your three daughters were born? - Nope! It's today!

Now, see, at that point? I was okay.

I mean, not totally thrilled, but okay. But then came time for the bouquet toss.

Or as it is to my mother, her last, best hope to match off

one of her single, pathetic daughters.

I didn't so much catch it as prevent it from smashing into my face.

But I figured my mom probably paid off Ellen Gibson to throw it directly at me.

I wonder how much my misery is worth to my mother.

So anyway, fast-forward. Darcy's standing as far away