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Nov. 22nd, 2003
Freaky dream....
Nov. 22nd, 2003 12:16 pmOh, lord, you GUYS...speaking of sexy lingere, I dreamed last night that I got married. We were at the hotel...and for some very bizarre reason our families and friends were all staying at the same hotel.
***Side note, as I was walking into the hotel, butterflies in my stomach, I remember thinking that tomorrow I had to find a computer and freak out to the Riddles about being a "married woman, Mrs...." and then I couldn't remember his last name! His first name was Nick, I distinctly remember that. The odd thing is the last name thing only bothered me for a minute or two. End aside.***
But somehow, we were checking in, and I had completely forgotten anything to sleep in. So I went to the hotel's lingerie shop, but all they had was this ugly, ugly stuff and I was totally panicking and my MOTHER was there trying to get me to buy this hideous T-shirt and my Aunt Leslie was there, pointing out what was least hideous (even in that dream, I could trust her taste, go figure)...and oh, it was just so wierd, I kept thinking "How on earth did I escape three bridal showers without at least Jenny, Elisabeth, or Jessica giving me lingerie?"
***Side note, as I was walking into the hotel, butterflies in my stomach, I remember thinking that tomorrow I had to find a computer and freak out to the Riddles about being a "married woman, Mrs...." and then I couldn't remember his last name! His first name was Nick, I distinctly remember that. The odd thing is the last name thing only bothered me for a minute or two. End aside.***
But somehow, we were checking in, and I had completely forgotten anything to sleep in. So I went to the hotel's lingerie shop, but all they had was this ugly, ugly stuff and I was totally panicking and my MOTHER was there trying to get me to buy this hideous T-shirt and my Aunt Leslie was there, pointing out what was least hideous (even in that dream, I could trust her taste, go figure)...and oh, it was just so wierd, I kept thinking "How on earth did I escape three bridal showers without at least Jenny, Elisabeth, or Jessica giving me lingerie?"