Paul's Birthday

Was last Friday but was truly celebrated on Saturday. It was an interesting night. People came that we didn't think would, others didn't go that we thought would have, love connections may have been made, others we know WERE made, a hint of jealousy was detected, awkward reunions were thwarted, drunken assholishness behavior ensued, empty promises were made, and, surpisingly, eventually we closed the bar down. It was a good night. Unfortunately the next day I felt like someone hit me in the head with a baseball bat. These quite possibly saved my life Sunday:



The evidence:











And the best picture of the night goes to the birthday boy himself....























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My poor g-friend Natalie is standing up in yet another wedding and she is having to deal with the thing all bridesmaids dread most, a Bridezilla. This selfish bride-to-be is completely ignoring her bridesmaid's crys CRYS of mercy about not being forced to wear this dress:

Now you think, well its a pretty enough dress so whats the problem? The problem is that this dress is made for 6' size 2 models. This "diva satin" as they call it, showcases every buldge, crease, panty line and anything else you are undoubtedly self conscious about. These poor voluptous bridesmaids don't have a chance in hell of feeling comfortable for one second in these. Even if you did have a nice figure but were say 5'4" you might as well slap a "wide load" sign on your ass b/c thats what it will look like.

But despite their battle crys, the bride has opted to say "tough shit ladies, you're wearing it." I feel for these girls. I really do. Hopefully at the last second she'll somehow come across an ounce of good judgement or even pity, who cares which as long as it means these girls can wear something that at least fits them well. It can be ugly as sin, it doesn't matter. Just something that they can at least wear underwear with that isn't publically scrutinized.

I wish them luck but am also compelled to advise them to back out now. Before any down payments have exchanged hands. Make up any excuse, your psychic advises to not travel that day, you'll be fat & pregnant by then (and who wants THAT in their wedding. JK NAT!), anything. If this is even an inkling of what is yet to come with this Bridezilla I say getthehellouttadodge. Especially if you want to stay friends with her. Because if you stay, I assure you, the day of that wedding you'll find yourself fighting the overwhelming urge to pull a Carrie on her ass.