maybe the prestige is a bad friend.

i was so overcome w/feeling sorry for myself that i forgot to mention that before i had to pick juliet up, i was at a fabulous dinner for my dear friend, amy. (yes, i said "dear friend." like it's jane austen or something). we went out to celebrate her bachelorette, but due to a painfully dreadful disk in her back bothering her, we just did dinner (for now...) but it was great. she was glowing, her mother is a doll, and her cousins and friends are all sweethearts...i am so glad to be a part of the wedding. i'm having a blast thus far, and because i couldn't continue my good time, i was so upset! but i will make up for it, i assure you...