Whoa

Two things:

Holy shit, they killed Saddam! I am not sure how I feel about this. Saddam was clearly not a humanitarian, but I do fear that this will stoke more violence in Iraq and lend the situation to worse violence. Only time can tell, but this seems a little fast.

Thing two: I am going to be that girl who cries at the wedding. Watching my friends in the church holding hands in their relatively plain clothes was emotional enough for me (and the bride's parents) that I know now that I have to stuff some Kleenex in my clutch before I head to the church tomorrow evening. Though the couple had the best reception dinner ever-- drinks and dinner at a bar, followed by bowling and karoke-- it still made me a little sad. I do hope that the bride and groom were moved by my and Jeff's cover of "Don't Stop Believin'". I will wake up early to see a friend who's in town visiting, then get my hair done, do an at-home pedicure, then off to the chapel to watch them get married. I'm excited, but I don't want to be That Girl in the corner crying because SHE IS ALL ALONE, OH MY GOD, GET ME ANOTHER TEQUILA SHOT with that big "will fuck for sympathy" sign on. I will not be that girl. I will read from the Bible and take the melodrama down a bit and use my drink tickets to numb the pain.

Holy crap, I can't believe they killed Saddam! And that I'm reading from the Old Testament in front of a crowd of religious people! I hope the flames don't leap from the cross and burn me in front of the congregation.