Something smells fishy
The fish wranglers are back in town!We had a lovely time at J&M's wedding, and we are pleased to report that not a single fish died during the reception. I did not spill fish water on my pretty pretty dress, and Petunia didn't have to dig any graves. I think we can call that "Success," don't you?
A big gold star goes to the first person to guess correctly the number of fish we brought home last night. Bonus: If you can also guess correctly the number of times I threw up last night on the MassPike, I'll send you a handmade Subversive Cross Stitch bookmark. Extra super-dee-duper bonus: If you can guess the song that was playing while J. did The Worm at his own wedding, I'll send you the bookmark and a jar of homemade strawberry jam. Good luck!
posted by Clementine at 12:28 PM
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4 fish. Three barfing episodes. (and even nausea is no fun - poor you!)
OH my God, why were you barfing? So sad.
I guess 9 fish and 5 barfs. Though I hope I overestimated the barfs.
Also, was a baseball involved with the centerpiece? Or is that unrelated?
First of all, blowing chunks isn't too fun, especially when it involves sitting in your new car and hurling into a Price Chopper bag at the Framingham rest stop. At least I was out of my party dress when the action started. I'm not quite sure why I vommed--maybe I ate something that didn't agree with me, or maybe I have a little stomach virus. I didn't drink at all, so it wasn't that.
And second of all, J&M are huge Red Sox fans, so they made their table numbers be numbers of Sox players. I didn't get it till someone pointed it out, though. I'm kinda dumb about sporty things.
I know the answer! I know. I know. Pick me!! Pick me!!
Hashie, you're not allowed to play. Besides, I already made you a bookmark!
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