As much as I enjoy our lakeside photos, it's about time for some fresh fodder--preferably from LindsMoH, whose new locale is a bit more interesting than Reston. Surely some digit-all photos could make their way back stateside? Melissa and I promise that we won't make any rude resizing comments.
It appears that the dress purchase--done outside the realm of the "Running of the Brides," much to my dismay--has stymied conversation on the NupLog. I knew it was a milestone.
I felt this image would make a good substitute for one Kim "accidentally" deleted from her camera phone Saturday. I was minding my own business at Pat Troy's (sp), an Old Town Irish bar, watching Pat Troy himself prance about in a furry unicorn hat--much like the one he wears in a picture with R. Reagan, much to Scott's pleasure--when I was approached by a young woman, herself on the verge of marriage. As part of her bachelorette ritual (which also included a smallish blowup doll strapped to her back), she asked if I'd show her my chest. I believe I was targeted not because of my particular manishness, but rather because I was unaccompanied at the table. What followed was a debacle for everyone involved. It had been several years since I'd removed any clothing in public, so I had to take advice from Mark as to how to appropriately flash the young woman. Eventually, I was only able to show her my gut. Meanwhile, Kim, in her haste to take a photo of the aforementioned gut, managed to take a picture of her own face. (This may have been intentional--she was better off for it.) The young woman, thoroughly disturbed, returned to her table while Kim swiftly deleted the evidence of her own actions--though I briefly saw her frozen, concentrating face captured on the screen.
