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So, I've been a bit out of the loop. But Sadie is heading to Vegas, and she's getting married soon?

Soooooo, is Sadie eloping? Is Elvis, or perhaps Vincent Vega performing the rites?

Because, if so, I have a whole new respect for her. Nevermind her crushing my dreams of a beautiful 1000 mile internet romance. Really, I think a shotgun wedding performed by a guy who may have looked a bit like Elvis twenty years ago is just what she needs.

And, of course, she's marrying one of those damnded ferigners. Bastards come to this country, take all the hot chicks with their brouge and IRA toned muscles, and leave us USA bred dorks in the dust. Kill anyone with an accent, is what I say.

Anyway, good luck to Sadie, St. Patrick, and the Elvis impersonater. I hope they all live long, happy lives, and that the ensuing threesome dosen't fuck up their marriage.

(More serious wishes when Sadie actually does get married. Or, again, maybe not. Depends which seems funnier at the moment.)

I also want to point out that while everybody else is on vacation and calling in the pinch hitters, I have yet to be asked to guest blog anywhere. Just because I write once a week and never write about anything relevant to anybody, I'm being discriminated against. Blogism! Help, help, I'm being repressed!  ¶ 4:38 AM