I AM SO PUMPED FOR THIS!
This is SO a sign, because there is absolutely no reason why Randy would ever come to this city, especially to this crappy looking hotel, unless he was deliberately trying to tell me "Don't worry Christine! You'll get your ring and lace perfect-for-a-wedding-in-the-middle-of-the-woods-with-a-peacock-named-Jerry-stutting-around gown. Hicks can commit too!" Like a well-dressed, matching ghost.
Andrew isn't even attempting to prevent me from going. He knows there's no stopping me. If I have to hog-tie him to his weightlifting machine in the man cave while I go out to taste some desserts and look at dresses, I will. I have duct tape at my disposal.
I'm going to try to get Randy's autograph, a picture with him, and a spontaneous consultation.
|"I found this one just for you, Christine!"|
|"But Randy! This isn't an appointment!|
All of these other women are here to
see you! I couldn't possibly!"
|"But it would look perfect on you! I couldn't resist, I just had |
to find a dress as equally as stunning as you! What do you say?"
I have a feeling I might just get the autograph and the photo.