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04.08.02 :: 3:36 pm
And, like the amazing guy that he is, My Boy pencils it in and will drive me and my mother there. I am supposed to have bought my shoes and under garments by then. We'll see how that pans out. I'm picky about shoes, people. Picky, picky, picky. It'll be okay. I have a general idea of what I want. So my dad called me yesterday afternoon, while I was lazing about, hungoverly. He's really excited about the wedding, and he can't wait to meet the boy. There's something really easy about talking to my dad after such a long period of time. Like riding a bike, I guess you never forget how. For the upcoming housewarming festivties over at the Sweettits', I am preparing myself bodily by not drinking anything remotely alcoholic all week. Yeah, I know, we'll see how long that lasts, considering the amount of booze I have left over. Two more weeks until Vegas. |