She Found Bliss in the Dirty D.

(BM, MOG, me, MOB, and MOH)

(bride, MOG, me, G, and MOH)

Being a friend sometimes means going places that are disgusting.  It's an inevitability of life. Detroit is one of these places of disgust.  I'm not trying to drink that haterade, but I can think of very few things to love about that crusty city.  However, when your mutually proclaimed college soulmate falls in love and betrothes herself to a Dirty D native, you cash in your Skymiles (aw HELL no, am I actually paying!) for a ticket to the D for her bridal shower.  By the looks of these photos (ahem, evidence I was actually there), I was really suffering.  I mean, total bridesmaid martyrdom.  It helped that I became fast friends with the groom's hilariously BigFatGreekWedding-esque Lebanese family.  I knew we would get along famously when upon picking me up at the airport, Peter's dad leans back at me and asks "So Ming, you like to roll the dice?"  The high rolling weekend and the fact that I don't really remember some bits make the Dirty D finish juuuuust above Cheney, WA in my book.  In regards to the non-remembrance, Dr. Drew Pinsky needs to create another rehab show for me: 

"All Of My Friends Are Getting Married, Thus I Will Just Get Drunk".  

I think Jen Aniston might want in on that one.  On a slightly less pathetic note, Sheriann and Peter are finally getting married!  Stay tuned for the story behind these two crazy kids.  Marital Bliss kicks off June 18th.  Look for me walking down the aisle, banging my bouquet like a tambourine, waiting for the bar to open.