(Thank Goodness for) The Rehearsal Dinner

Rest assured: I will not be tying the knot at Tyler Arboretum.  But before we get to Date #7’s brother’s wedding and my near death-by-exposure, shrapnel, mudslide and drowning on Saturday night, let’s start with the rehearsal dinner, shall we? I arrive exactly ten minutes early.  I don’t know if it’s the chill in the…

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So you know how I’m supposed to go to that wedding today? That formal wedding? The wedding for which I’ve been trying on gowns all week? And shoes? And different hair accessories? For which I even bought new eye shadow? (Before you kill me for going out of my way for Date#7 this weekend, the…