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September 15, 2003
The subconscious can be so blah
The weekend was fabulous, thanks for asking. Chicago is a first-rate town, and the bachelorette/bride got appropriate heaps of attention, even though we forewent the lifesavers (note to Jules: one common bachelorette party stunt is to make the girl wear a t-shirt covered with lifesavers, and charge roaming men in bars a "Buck-a-Suck". Charming, indeed.) No, we just stuck her in a rhinestone cowgirl hat and a pink boa. One of the drag queens asked to borrow the hat for her act.
Newsflash: Dog long-jumping is actually a sport. Owners/coaches throw a brightly colored stuffed animal/bone over a large pool of water, and the dogs hurl themselves as far as possible into the water to catch it. It apparently draws thousands upon thousands of spectators. Thank you to hotel cable for exposing us to this new and exciting world.
We have no comment on the Bennifer situation, but we are devistated about John Ritter.
Girl-E had a dream last night in which she pulled into a grocery store parking lot, and Pink got out of the car next to her. She said "hey", and then they each got a cart and went their own separate ways in the produce section. There was no breaking into song, no transfiguration into a scorpion, Pink did not invite Girl-E to a fancy party. The only creative contribution provided by the dream-brain was that Pink's now-brown hair was slightly longer than it is in real life. Kudos, brain. Real exciting stuff.
Posted by The Twins at September 15, 2003 10:36 AM
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