Tuesday, March 31, 2015

webster defines 'toast' as 'slightly burnt bread'

Last night i was informed that two friends i introduced back in the day, after being engaged for a few years, are finally tying the knot.
they're tying it in May, though, which means i'm missing it.

"I'm writing your asses a toast."

"Please do."

So i tried to go to sleep.  really, i did.  but i couldn't.  I was so keyed up about the idea of talking about their wedding that i couldn't freaking make my head shut up and go to sleep.  So I sat up, and for 20 minutes, i tried to figure out how to write a toast.  two hours later, i had two pages and could finally rest.  When i woke up, i decided i wanted feedback, so i sent them to my mom and dad and to some of my kinky friends, and read it to my flatmates.  out of about 7 people, only one said that even part of it should be reworded.  everyone else said not to change a single thing.

That's a pretty glowing review.

I have pictures from the easter market for you tomorrow!  I promise!



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