firecracker22
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- Oct 23, 2000
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Saturday I had to stand in the hot stifling sun, getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, wearing an unbearable amount of clothing and shoes better known as torture devices, for the better part of two hours. IE: I had to be a bridesmaid. Gag. If the bride weren't a long time good friend of mine, I'd've said heck NO. But you don't tell your good friends "no" for events like that.
So anyway, the worst part of the whole day was AFTER the ceremony. At the reception (still wearing said dress but without the shoes) the bride called us up to the dance floor, looked over her shoulder at us all, and chucked the bouquet right at ME. Yep, if I hadn't reached out for it, it would have hit me square in the forehead.
So Firecracker is SUPPOSEDLY (if you believe silly superstitions) the next to get hitched. After you have recovered from laughing, you can start running.
Isn't that the silliest thing you've ever heard?
So anyway, the worst part of the whole day was AFTER the ceremony. At the reception (still wearing said dress but without the shoes) the bride called us up to the dance floor, looked over her shoulder at us all, and chucked the bouquet right at ME. Yep, if I hadn't reached out for it, it would have hit me square in the forehead.
So Firecracker is SUPPOSEDLY (if you believe silly superstitions) the next to get hitched. After you have recovered from laughing, you can start running.
Isn't that the silliest thing you've ever heard?