The pictures from the wedding I went to earlier this month (the first one) have just come in over email. My memories of the evening had been tainted by the way I felt for several days afterwards (which was, lying on the couch wishing to be dead, hugging the toilet wishing to be dead, and lying in bed wishing to be dead).
The pictures have reminded me that all the wishing to be dead was preceded by some very fun times, which, I suppose, is what hangovers are all about. And that's the moral of today's episode.
At the beginning of the night, we were four photogenic friends (you like that alliteration?)
Bethy looks skinny! I look sober! Jenny looks sexy! Clippy looks warm (which was quite a feat in the FREEZING reception hall)!
By the middle of the evening, I am having trouble keeping my tongue in my mouth.
So what if I'm no longer looking exactly sober, because, hey! My hair is still straight, thanks to Jenny's magical flat iron. Which reminds me, I've been meaning to buy one of those things.
And by the end of the evening... well, I think we know how that turned out.
Is it bad that when I saw this, that dreadful Alanis Morrisette song popped into my head? I've got one hand on my vodka, and the other one is making a peace sign....
1001 reasons why an open bar is the greatest invention of all time (with Jenny's magical flat iron coming in at a close second).
Peace out, ya'll.