Last night Ben came over. We had dinner and we made a point to sit on the porch and work ourselves into a semifreddo state by way of a bottle of scotch. Of all people to get marinated with, Ben is the top of my list. He also is a fantastic person to feed. And did I mention... Oh, hell. Ask him yourself.
24 hours later and I am still a bit hungover. The fried food and nap helped, but man...
Jess and I went wedding dress shopping today in that Pit of Hell: David's Bridal. To be fair, it was not too bad, other than the fluorescent lighting, the acres of whiter than white and the bride on the next pedestal was 17/chewing gum without closing her mouth. This would be dress Number Two.
Here is Dress One: