So all the plans were set to get this awesome white designer chinese mafia suit for Scott's wedding, and rehearsals were this weekend. Then I put the dates together and my worse fears came through.
The wedding falls on the weekend of the cambodia race.
We were supposed to be this awesome piano/singing duo and woo his new partner in life. He's being ridiculously nice and understanding, which is making me feel worse.
Part of me actually wants to go for the wedding. I need clones badly.
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