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so last night was my good friend vanessa's wedding. she looked so beautiful. and her new husband, richard, just adores her. their wedding was so pretty. small and laid back with lots of jack johnson and really cute eats.

jamie was my date. surprise. i love that girl. so we goto the wedding and of course i cry. because, well, thats what i do. and after the wedding there is the reception right on the water - think wedding crashers. seriously it was so pretty. of course, we were fashionably late. and i say fashionably because jamie decided she needed different shoes for the reception. (i knew i liked her for a reason) so we pull into city place in west palm, manage to find ONE meter. we get out after my amazing 9 point turn into the spot only to find that the meter is 15 minutes only. wtf? 15 minutes? what the hell is the point of that? we hit macy's and get back to the car with 5 minutes to spare on the meter. can you believe it? this guy near the meter though waves an orange envelope my way and all im thinking is "goddamn cop bastards"... yeah - this loser had his number written on the inside. nice pick up method... stress the crap out of me with a fake ticket. that's really gonna make me want to call you.

after the reception it was only right to show jamie around palm beach so we could play "not my town". this is one of my most favorite games. doesnt matter what you do, how much you drink, who you insult, or how ridiculous you behave... cause after all - its not my town! so we goto resort, which is now called hotel bar or something. did you know that jamie is a magician when it comes to the cover charge at a lounge/bar/club? ill tell you her secret... they take your id, and then try and charge cover. this is when jamie says "oh, hmm. ok well i guess we have to go then. maybe there is an atm or something." upon hearing this, doormen at any given venue just smile and say "dont worry ladies, i got this". yeah no shit youve got this. did you really think we were going to pay 10 bucks to get into this place? this technique also worked at the blue martini. i love it. why didnt i ever think of this?

so we eventually end up at cucina. you have your fair share of sugar daddies, yuppies, and trumpettes. (a trumpette is an affluent girl or woman who doesnt need a man to pay for her things cause shes loaded but still has guys falling over themselves to pay for her drinks etc) ahh palm beach. jamie meets a cute boy. he was funny and everything too. again - we can leave him unnamed. but it starts with k and rhymes with lyle. anyway i guess by the end of the night his friends have left him (nice friends) and he needs a ride to delray. umm... i drive an audi tt. there is no room for a 3rd person, let alone a 6'3 guy. so were driving him home and he has a random outburst half way through and im not gonna lie i think he even called me a bitch. umm excuse me? we are helping you asshole! are you even kidding me right now? then the retard even left his crackberry in my car. so we went back to return it. dammit i wish i was a bigger asshole. i would have kept it and just replaced the sim card. after all the crap he was dishing out i think i kind of deserved the blackberry.