Wedding bells are ringing...

[smarriveurr]

No, not for ragnvaeig and I, yet. My friends Jill & Eric got married this past weekend in a lovely little inn near Ligonier. It was a lovely little ceremony (and blessedly short, which I always value), and the inn was a lovely location with a very accomodating staff and absolutely to-die-for food (prime rib that melted in your mouth, mmmm). And I got to

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[paperkingdoms]

B) the women I know would doubtless mock me mercilessly as I foundered and flailed in the kitchen.

Why whatever do you mean?

most of my friends said nice things (though, of course, they had to)

Nah. We would've not said anything at all. Or, you know, mocked. ;^)

[smarriveurr]

I'll let you have the first one free...

And... I dunno. I think we're the sort of people who give good-natured ribbing to people we know can take it, rather than rub it in when our friends fail at something.

Or did I miss a memo?

[paperkingdoms]

::sighs:: Sure. Take me all seriously.

And you did a good job. ;^)

[smarriveurr]

Yay for ego-boosts!

[ragnvaeig]

for reference, I owe ragnvaeig not less than two slow dances and two up-tempo ones when the next opportunity arises.

Er, what? Why? What'd I do?

[smarriveurr]

You're my girlfriend, you like to dance, I danced with other girls, I can't let the imbalance stand. Wouldn't be right. ;)