my sister got married

This is a cop-out, I know. My sister got married this weekend. I was the maid of honour. We had fancy war-time hair-dos and I wore a vintage Holt Renfrew dress.

The happy couple were wed in a tiki room at the Waldorf (i dont have automatic links right now and I'm too lazy/retarded to link manually - i will add later...you can always google "polynesian room, vancouver" for now). The room was gorgeous, the bride was stunning and a good time was had by all. Just ask the junkie who snuck into the can to shoot up. She took a moment to wish the newlyweds a long and happy marriage before she was hustled out the room. Good times.

Oh, yeah... I sang karaoke for the first time. Paradise City. Fuckin' G'N'R, man. It was video taped by several people. Since I cannot get to these people to destroy their film, I will have to settle for never leaving the house again. Good thing I have no real reason to go out. There is more to tell, just not right now. I miss you much.