bachelorette

With months of patience and practiced thoughts, practiced poise and practiced plans, it would make sense that it ended up the way it did. I will pat my back on a decoration job done well - quite eclectic and fem - for maybe making the most killer jello vodka shots & strong cosmopolitans. Of course the bride to be was gorgeous, as was the fleet of lbd clad women. I curled my hair, put on red lipstick, squeezed into my bandage dress & got us into the limo. I think somewhere between feeling the wind on my hand out the window, with the faint buzz of laughter about, there was a sad thought & then I think I just wanted to hide from the feeling entirely. I am the story they want to tell, about how, when I stepped out of the limo, I fell and didn't get up.

Let's see, I'm humbled. I didn't have a hangover (what?). I projectavomited red like a B-Carrie movie. I have really good friends. I got the hot dog & wiener award. I should take a break from going to Anthony's...I missed out on pinthecockonthejock. I've got a lot of buzzfeelings to make up on rehearsal night and wedding day for the 0-100 I did last weekend...