Vegas was fun times. The wedding was beautiful and I discovered that I am a blubbering, emotional baby when people I love get married. Pancho wasn’t as surprised and had tissues ready for me in his pocket.
We celebrated into the wee hours and paid dearly for it on Sunday. I medicated myself in the morning with mimosas and had to kick it up to Jameson on the rocks in the evening. The flight home was hell. Surreal hell - but hell nonetheless. At that point, everything was hysterically funny, so that helped.
We gained a beautiful Danish girl by the name of Sasha as a friend and we were all taken aback by how hard it was to say goodbye to her. Luckily in this day and age we have email and myspace and so I hope to stay in touch with her for a long time.
Monday was spent recovering by way of long, intense naps. The kind of napping that puts kitties to shame.
Now we are back to reality and I am so unprepared...
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