She...she THREW IT AT ME. STRAIGHT AT ME. And me, instead of letting it drop to the ground with an ungraceful thud, caught it. I'm a good sport. It's not like there weren't people there who *wanted* to catch the bouquet.

And the goddamn bra strap is STILL THERE.

Fleur Diana Dragan / fleur@obscure.org / 7/7/2001