bj's gay porno-crazed ramblings
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
I loathe black socks. Another reason for me to freak out is a whole evening stuck in a suit and black socks! (Gee, I hope the tailor fixed the zipper.) So, I got the card - ewww, it's gross - but at least it was the least gross card at the local shop. "Down the aisle, Smiles for miles, He 'I Do' She 'Me, too'; Now a kiss, Picture this, Coming soon, Honeymoon! ----- CONGRATULATIONS"
But the envelope is lavender, so I'll get to spot it easily on the gift table at the reception and giggle a bit. And then there's the garter belt thing. Talk about Ewwwww! I'm not exactly a prude, but why-o-why is it a tradition for a group of men to gather 'round while a groom reaches up into his new bride's dress to pull something out and fling it at the crowd? Last time I almost witnessed this, I started to flee to the Men's Room, but my Mom stopped me with "Where do you think you're going?" I don't think she'd ever seen me glare at her with such an evil look, and she silently got out of my way and let me go. Lalala. relax, relax.