Thursday, January 04, 2007
I stood in the corner as an intent observer when the girl walked up and handed me a styrofoam cup of champagne from the tray. Irony like the rented tux I wore but in reverse. Maybe I should pour the champagne on the suit and wear the cup like a hat? It probably wasn't expensive champagne though and the tux had been paid for several times over by the tall fat men such as I who had donned it to countless weddings and bar mitzvahs and such.
// posted by sinner @ 4:58 AM 
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