Alive, But Barely
I awoke this morning with beach sand in my long blonde hair; apparently I had washed up on shore some time early this morning. The last thing I remember was my liver sinking in a sea of Moet, people jumping off it, and a flute playing Nearer My God to Thee. Fortunately, I already WAS in a dress, so I was able to get on the last lifeboat, but foolishly reach out for one last glass and fell over. I looked up and what did I see: The Palace and realized that The 7th, The 12th, and everyone else will be gathering for Your Last Sunday As a Free Man. Oh dear.
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and what a Sunday it shall be!
I'm scared; I need Ian.
soon darling, soon!
I wish I were there to celebrate with you all, but I'll be there soon enough! Drink a glass of Champagne for me! :-)
Ian will be arriving shortly Alexis, don't worry he will come to the rescue!! :)
P.S. - Is J.J. Astor hiding in that picture somewhere? ;)
and all of this nonsensesness while I was at home, taking care of the kids...
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IAN -
Calm down babe! You will be a Stepford Wife soon enough! You will get the receipt AND the recipe!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!
Love Always,
Jesse :-)
oh Dear Jesse, would you like a cup of coffe? (glass smile)
Ian,
Why yes I would! What an obedient housewife you are becoming! I wish I could find a housewife as obedient as you are. I may have to go build one myself! ;)
Love Always,
Jesse :-)
Darling, Ian has started a countdown to the wedding on his blog, but what does it mean in U.S. time? If I go by his website counter, you are getting married on a Tuesday at about 6 a.m.
I'm sure even the most avant garde bohemiam doesn't get married at the Palace in SoBe at 6 a.m.
So please give us a U.S.of A. countdown.
*kisses*
Thank god for all the well hung men at the party. I used dongs as "floatation devices". I too have sand in my hairs and a few phone numbers in my bra.
kb
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