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i guess my guidence counsellor was right about me
Holy crap. I'm in today's National Post, flogging a bridesmaid.
That's me on the front right of the streetcar shot...turned away from the camera behind the guy in the black n' white dress next to Scott...being held back from the bouquet toss...and using a bouquet to discipline someone who, an hour before this photo was taken, was a total stranger.
And to make my egomania complete, I was quoted in the article:
Thanks to Cyn for the scans. :) 
- Rocketbride's adventure of 5/16/2006 07:04:00 p.m.
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