Had a nice lunch with my bestie. The only shocker was the meal--Ruby Tuesd*y's Carolina Chicken Salad has 26 points. Then we went book shopping and hung out at the mall. Next was a "quick" errand at WalM*rt which turned into forty-five minutes of investigating the kitchen section and beauty products. Non-stop talking and catching up on weeks of life and stuff. And complaining about the weather--we're both so glad that Junetober is done. Maybe we'll be lucky with July.
I knew I would have an understanding ear when I talked about my wedding reaction from Saturday. She totally understood how angsty I felt about everything.
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I don't know how I missed your original wedding post but I did, and since I read it I COMPLETELY get you. The worst part of weddings for me -- quite literally the last single woman of my generation in the tri-state area -- is THE THROWING OF THE BOUQUET. I refuse to stand up there with the 11 year old flower girl, the bride's braces-wearing 14 year old niece, and a gaggle of 20-somethings. It's humiliating. I hide in the bathroom.
I wonder, though, if your discomfort didn't come from not knowing any of the other celebrants, rather than not being in love. If only Owen Wilson really did crash weddings, it would be a more entertaining world for us all!
Can you send some of that weather this way? It's hotter than hell here. :P
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