Years ago, Ruhama Welle was sitting in a parking lot when she realized she was having an ultimate bridesmaid moment.

She was in Miami for a bachelorette party for her cousin's wedding.

She and a bunch of her cousin's friends were out on the town.

One of the other women had coordinated a big trip to see Magic Mike live.

It was an expensive ticket.

They started with dinner first.

We're dressed like we're going out, right?

And we're ready to have a good night.

We're all excited. Music's playing.

As they pull in for the Magic Mike part of the night, ready to see

some Channing Tatum types dancing around, something feels off. And you just feel the energy

sort of like shift the minute we pull up. It is, when I say a deserted stadium, you will know

hands down the minute you pulled up that it was offseason for that venue.

There was not a single soul there except for one pickup truck that just so happened to be in the parking line.

Rue and her group drive over to the truck and say, we're here to see Magic Mike live.

And the guy at the truck is like, yeah, that's not happening here. My instinct wasn't, oh, we're at the wrong location. My instinct is we have been

scammed and something's off. The women start scrambling to figure out where to go, what to do,

as they sit all dressed up, out hundreds of dollars in a parking lot.

My gut reaction was to just hysterically start laughing to the point where I have like tears coming down my face and my stirs like you're being rude as fuck.

Sorry for my language.

Rahma was thinking, ah, to be involved in someone else's wedding is a special,

special time for better and worse. From the Boston Globe, this is Love Letters. I'm So often on love letters, people mention when they get married, or they say they're going to get married or that they like to get married.

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