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I feel like today was one of those days where I should have just stayed in bed, curled up underneath my 3 blankets ..even though it's disgustingly hot outside. With the way I blast the AC? Pshh, trust me, you'll need slippers and a sweater. So I take a walk downstairs to the lobby to grab the mail, sorting through all the bills and bullshit and what not, when a very fancy envelop grabs my attention. It smelled like cheap perfume and cigarettes and that could only remind me of one very particular couple -- ( Jessica and Bobby. You've been warned. ) They're friggen getting married. My best friend, my poor, innocent, cute little BFF from New York is getting hitched and she sent me the invitation one week prior to the event. Really, Jess? Make it a little more obvious that you've got a bun in the oven. I mean seriously. I was so grossed out I couldn't even touch the blueberry pancakes I so desperately wanted to make.
Okay, that's a lie. I pushed their disturbingly white trash wedding to the back of my mind long enough to make myself some blueberry pancakes and I didn't call her until after I ate them. She said she got my address wrong and that the invitation should have gotten here two weeks ago, but whatever. I don't believe her. I think that dirt bag is turning her into a liar. In any case, I have to buy a last minute plane ticket into JFK to attend, even though I'd rather be doing something else. Like ..knitting, or something equally as boring. Actually, scratch that. There's no way in hell I'd attend this wedding alone. First off all, it's a wedding and you can't go dateless. Secondly, good ol' WT Bobby would never let me live it down. SO, HEY JACKSON, GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE COMING WITH ME. ALL YOUR DREAMS JUST CAME TRUE. A WEEKEND WITH YOURS TRULY. Sigh. I guess this means I'm no longer mad at you so be thankful. Also, I know you'd appreciate a nice white trash wedding. Should be a good time. ...Not.
As if that wasn't bad enough, Seany tells me this morning that him and Cadence are moving to New York. For a split second, I wanted to jump up and tell him that I''m going to tag along, but then I remembered La Trattoria. And my apartment here. And my friends and cozy little life I've built for myself here. After months of settling into this city, I think I can actually call this place home. Don't get me wrong, New York will always hold a special place in my heart, but this fabulous three bedroom apartment is where I belong. Speaking of which, I'll be living by myself until the end of August when London moves in but I'm fine with that. When she gets here, she can pick which bedroom she wants for herself and we'll have to do something with the third one. Maybe turn it into a gym? Or a really private zen room so I can do my yoga? Or, you know, we can be normal people and just keep it as a guest bedroom so we don't have to stick our friends on the couch when they stay the night. If they stay the night. I really am happy for Sean that he's moving on to bigger and better things in New York, whatever that may be, and I hope it keeps him happy. Oh and Seany? When you and Cadence decide to get married, please try to give me more than one week's notice with the invitation. That would be greatly appreciated.
D, where have you been? Should I call a search party?
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