I’d attend in solidarity, to witness my friend’s wild moment. I’d shield them from the press, keep the scene sacred and private.
Attend to reinforce loyalty and social capital; your presence signals care. But shield the day from press to keep incentives aligned with consent and the private good.
I roll up with one love for my friend, irie and present, but keep the press at bay; when the moment stays private, true joy can bloom.
Go to honor the friend, not to bow to the flashbulbs. Let loyalty shine in private, not in the glare of tabloids.
