Survived the pedicure (though with a sore toe), the shaving of the legs & the pits (how women do this all the time is beyond me, the itchiness alone is more than its worth), the ankle-length dress (here a shout out to Jill) & the heels & the stockings (I almost wrote stalkings...can anybody say Freudian slip?), the wedding itself (though with a massive headache the next day--due as much to the loudness of the band, I think, as to the vodka & caviar), and Long Island (with much less travel time in the car than anticipated, thank god!). And that's all I have to say about that.
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Let's see photos...
alas, there are none...
on the topic, hourlong thai massages here are like 5 bucks. perhaps i should get one. . . .
What does your sister wearing a dress have to do with getting a massage, you creepy freak?
ok, i can see why that association would be creepy. but really i just meant the whole girly pampering thing. i consider a massage to be in that vein. thats all!! :)
you both are weird weird individuals...
That's why everyone loves us. It's part of our irresistible charm.
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