Olaf Johnson & OTA
How fortunate that he had arrived when he did! Weddings were one of Olaf's most favorite things to attend. Sharing and exchanging deep love was one of the most beautiful things in the world. Why others did not entertain the idea of joy and peace more often was lost to Olaf.
Perhaps not completely lost, but with everything that was wrong in the world, it needed a bit more love. It definitely needed some more time to sit back, relax, drink a beer, and smoke a joint. That was his idea of a perfect day every day.
Olaf had strolled into the wedding venue in his worn jeans and a navy tee shirt. His shoes had been left at the entrance because there was something about being barefoot even if the floor wasn't the same as sand or soft grass. Plucking some appetizers in passing, he took a bite and let out a rather audible groan.
"This. This is delicious. This is unlike anything I have tasted. Has everyone tried this? Have you tried this?" The reality was that Olaf was asking his questions to no one and everyone at the same time.