So yesterday I was among 150 Brides on Good Morning America’s Bridal Showdown. I managed to get my homie Vic in just under the wire and we were among the dozens of chicks mauling each other for the opportunity to get free shit for their weddings.
I went in with no expectations and with the hope that it didn’t turn out to be Fear Factor: Bridezilla edition complete with bowls of roaches for us to chow down on. Luckily it wasn’t anything of the sort. It was however an event where we popped a fofillion balloons to find a golden ticket if you will, that would send us via stretch limo to Times Square to maul a ginormous “bouquet” for some sweet ass prizes.
So neither Vic or I got in on any of that shit after getting stabbed with a pen (Vic) or clotheslined (Me) and impaled on a metal chair (Vic). It was all good since I:
1. Got to do some adventure shit with my BFF on national TV
2. Got an effin sweet goody bag with cocktail mix and a gift certificate for 500 bones for Kleinfeld’s.
Did I mention that I LOST my $500 gift certificate? No. Well then I did. Somewhere between the diner we stopped at and the cab I took to work my shit went missing. Nice, huh? It makes perfect sense, that I should lose the damn thing. *Sigh*
I guess it was just a case of SHITTY ASS LUCK!
Oh well. The rest of it was cool.
Later………………
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