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until the Gothic Wedding O' Doooooooom. Tomorrow involves decorating the reception site, making sure the bride (and her personal back-up brain person) don't dissolve in hysterical laughter or tears, getting really REALLY dressed up, the wedding, and then the reception where I get to be a Fashion Enforcer.
Of course, tonight I still have to:
- put the last of the lace trim on my skirt
- make sure everything I'm taking to the reception site is all in one place
- call someone about carpooling TO the reception site
... and keeping my fingers crossed that I'm over the bout of food poisoning that struck last night.
I'll sleep on Saturday, right?
Of course, tonight I still have to:
- put the last of the lace trim on my skirt
- make sure everything I'm taking to the reception site is all in one place
- call someone about carpooling TO the reception site
... and keeping my fingers crossed that I'm over the bout of food poisoning that struck last night.
I'll sleep on Saturday, right?
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From:
I won't be attending
My inside-actor wants to go, be seen, be on TV, all that.
The rest of me is saying, "Ah, fuckit."
I'm sorry, Princess.