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Melba. Melba kicks ass. I met her at my good friend Jon's wedding reception. That night, I first embarrassed myself trying to give a toast, then tried to remedy that with alcohol, then put on a whiteboy can't dance exhibition on the dance floor. She somehow found that appealing, and when we left the reception for an after party at Lyon's Pub (no relation), she molested me at the bar. I couldn't fend her off. Four months later she let me shack up with her and now we're living happily ever after. Well, happily once we solved the whole I'm an idiot thing. Or... sorta at least made a move toward solving that little issue. Kinda.
Melba kicks ass. I dig her muchly.
Melba kicks ass. I dig her muchly.*Yes, I know I already did M. This NABLOPOMO thing is almost over - cut me some slack, people.
posted by steve at 9:17 PM
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I don't think you minded the molestation......glad my smoothness at the bar worked.
You are not so bad yourself.
Aw, that is sweet. I never meet people at weddings.
You should also add to M: Minnesota and Machinery, Inc.
Please don't say things like, "whiteboy can't dance exhibition" without linking to a video. Thank you.
stef: I highly recommend it. I'd never met anyone at a wedding before, but this one seems to be workin' out nicely.
migrash: I really should do a full-on Machinery Inc. post. Problem is, I have this odd sense of fondness for the place, now that I don't have to be there every day.
tog: Problem is, I'm usually the one with the camera.
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