This photo is by the lovely Miriana. I don't often find older women attractive, but she had this alluring beauty and beautiful accent and I that warmed my heart when I worked with her.
I remember getting that same warm feeling when I worked with Oryx.

And speaking of fantastic photographers, I can't wait until tmronin gets back up here to the rugged wilds of Canadia so we can make some hot SG set magic for y'all. I feel really lucky that I get to work with Steve. Hanging out with him is always such a blast, and he makes me look massively hot, and, even more importantly, he makes my legs look WAAAAAAAAAY long. Take THAT, people-who-don't-believe-I'm-6-feet!

Wow. There were far too many hyphens in that last sentence.

Tonight is my bachelorette party, a week to the day after my wedding. I may leave you at some point to attend said bachelorette party, but you can bet I'll be back on here, sloshed as hell, tonight, so long as I'm not drunkenly walking around, indignantly yelling at confused passersby
passerbys
(fuck it. The people I'll be hollering sousedly at will most likely be the Queen street hobos.)

I know a whole 18 people wanted to hear the story of my whirlwind marriage.
Until then, though, here's a tasty tidbit: We didn't get our marriage license until the day of the wedding. When we got to City Hall, they had just closed. I looked, panicky, at the lady behind the counter. "We're closed", she said. I just looked at her, stunned.
"But it's my WEDDING DAY", I stammered.
She asked me when I was supposed to be getting married. I looked at the clock. "20 minutes", I replied, fighting to keep the tears inside. We'd put the deposit down on the chapel already and booked the day off of work. Walking out of there without being married was NOT an option in my mind.

The lady sighed. "Have either of you two ever been married before?" She said, eyeing up our maudlin little site...here for a wedding but dressed for a funeral, him in a black velvet blazer and my pinstriped pants, me in miles and miles of fake hair and

this dress, by Decadent Designs.. "No", I replied.

She sighed again.
"The forms are over there, on the table. Hurry up and fill one out."

15 minutes later, we were on our way to the chapel and I was kind of stunned...

...cause, dudes, I made an Ontario government worker stay late to help me out.
Those of you who have ever dealt with the Ontario government know exactly how much weight that feat carries.

Therefore, I now believe that I am god.

xoxo
love lucy