|The bachelorette and her maid of honor|
By the time we finished lunch and got to Emmy's apartment, Gail had arrived from Minneapolis so we started cooking and decorating. And visiting. I am so lucky to have such wonderful women in my life!
|Wedding night finery|
I did make it to one bar after dinner before the girls went on to more fun, but no one wants to see dark pictures of people drinking beer. You've all been there. I was seriously the oldest person in that bar, as I discovered when I had to find the bathroom all the way at the back of the establishment. The bathroom was full of drunk girls - I was just hoping no one would throw up or start to cry. Or both. When did I get old? And why did I think this used to be fun? This is the text I sent Dwight when I got back to the hotel (and had a Templeton in the lobby like a nice sensible adult):
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