Its a nice day for a white wedding

Yay for drunken tiredness after minimal drinking and a long night at work.

I get to go to the florist with Meg tomorrow. How weird. I have been friends with this girl forever. She was the last one I pegged for getting married soon. Its weird being the maid of honor. I still feel like we're kids and we should be shoe shopping- picking out the best color Chuck Taylor's to buy, not the flowers I'll carry in her weddind. F*cking bizarre.