i found a thumb tac in my bread the other day. i've been dreaming about the implications of actually ingesting one of those ever since. scratched vocal chords, punctured stomache lining, etc.
it was a good weekend anyways though. i went to a wedding where the groom walked up the aisle to "sexy back" by justin timberlake and the pastor entered to "eye of the tiger". i was almost late for the wedding because me and janet got stuck at the thrift store waiting for a nice old volunteer lady to figure out how to work the cash register (i got a nice new dress for 3 dollars!). we ran as fast as we could, skirts flying, janet barefoot, carrying her heels, and arrived at the wedding red faced, disheveled, and drenched in sweat. and 3 minutes early. i gasped for breath during the entire processional, patting my frizzy hair and wiping my sweaty brow. but, boy howdy, we made it.
that night, after the completely stellar wedding, in which carmie made a picture perfect bride, we went to corydon in winnepeg to get some gelatti. spied a large group of hooligans in white t-shirts far down the street and pointed them out to my friends. much too loudly, as per usual, i said something like, "oh look, a group of ruffians. let's fight them" (but i'm peaceful and was only joking). unfortunately, right in front of us there was a biker gang all dressed in black leather hanging out on their bikes, who all heard my statement and thought it was directed at them. they didn't kill us though. i think they were even amused at me, the stupid little blonde girl who obviously didn't know how to conduct herself on the streets of winnepeg after dark. i felt that they very well could have picked me up by my head and thrown me over the nearest building, shot-putt style.