I'm having this weird and pleasant doubling sensation. Michele got married six years ago, and we spent months putting together our outfits, and getting ready to celebrate with her. Phil's getting married tomorrow, and as I slid on the fishnets, I had this total deja vu. I fucking love fishnets, they never fail to make me feel sexy and empowered, like I'm slipping into my Scarlet Woman wardrobe. It's fun playing dress up. Once the fun of all that was over, the doubling sensation disappears, and the weirdness comes out. Phil's been posting weird shit on his FB all day, sounding not like someone who's about to become happily married, no joyous gushing and general excitement...but more like dread, bitterness, and he sounds, for a wonder, like someone just getting out of a terrible relationship. We're not exactly going to share the love and celebratory nature, and the joy of a truly awesome union. With the way Phil's been going on about things...I just don't get that vibe whatsoever. Honestly...we're going for the trainwreck value, the Jerry Springer fun, and hoping to catch the off chance of any meltdowns. I truly wish them the happiest and most positive vibes and the joy of their union...only I just now checked out Phil's online status reports from the past week...and they *seriously* read like a man going to his death sentence. Not even in a ha-ha, funny, ball and chain kind of way, but there's honest to god dread. Such a difference from the last October wedding.
Well, it should be interesting, tomorrow, to say the least. No matter what comes, I'm gonna look smokin fucking hot. Now, let's hope Luiz drives, so I can drink myself into a giggly mess, and say goofy and awkward things.
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