Ooh Internets!

Yeah, I no longer have reliable internet in my apartment. And by that I mean that my friendly neighbor who used to have non-password protected interwebs now has some sort of uncrackable code and I may have to break down and actually pay for internet service but I kind of can't deal with that at the moment.

For those of you who participated in the Great Dress Debate (or whatever) - I wore the blue flower-y thing to the rehearsal dinner (even though Scuba Steve and I liked the other dress better) and the tan brunch dress to the brunch. I also wore cute heels to the brunch. Which was dumb, because I did this to my foot at the wedding:


Other than mutilating my tragic baby toe, I had a great time at the wedding festivities. Of course, Guy-I-sort-of-dated-and-who-moved-to-NY-without-really-telling-me (GISODAWMTNWRTM??) was hanging on his ex-serious-girlfriend the whole time and there were absolutely NO OTHER single people at the wedding, but I made the situation better by drinking several bottles of champagne and tearing off the top of my foot. And my speech was fabulous and I only cried at the end which made all of the other girls cry. And there was a dessert bar with "decorative" large sized creme brulees and I may have taken one back to my seat and devoured the whole thing but dammit I fit into my dress at that point so whatever, I deserved dessert. It was the perfect final distraction before this last month of bar review. So thanks for the votes, I will let you know when I get the stitches out (especially you Namby, who almost lost your breakfast at the sight of my mangled toe).