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Fate Feeling: Let's pretend a string ties us at the hip. If I walk around long enough The wedding was beautiful. It got me thinking a lot about fate. They did it up classy: black satin bridesmaids' dresses, strapless wedding gown with pearls on the bodice and a thick border at the hem. Tables decorated with candles that had handwritten sayings on them, and tall cylindrical glass vases of white, white roses. They were going to throw them all out, so I rescued two vases- one for me, one for my accompanist Amy. They always say every wedding has one catastrophe. It's not complete without one. The bridesmaids had to carry little open lanterns with burning votives in them, and when bowing to leave at the very end, the maid of honor was jostled and spattered some wax down her dress. That was it. It wasn't even noticeable. The music went off without a hitch. Completely hitch-less. I almost despise myself for having such a nice experience. Those two are going to have beautiful children. I swear. They're like something off a cover of Bride's magazine. It's almost scary. Damn fake nails. The mother of the bride paid for manicures for all of us. I hate these things. They clack like the dickens, and my tyop percfentage syrkockets. More about the bachelorette party later. :) Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |