Everyday commentary from the person most likely to finish in the middle of everything. Geekery, running, and everyday life...
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Went to a Wedding
Sat at table number 13. Our candles burned Gothic style. Got hit in the head with the bridal bouquet (some people called this a catch; I did not.) Danced. Laughed. Drank wine. Did not catch anything on fire with the sparklers. I call that a win.
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| Groom's cake |
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| Table 13's Candles |
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| All the other tables' candles |
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