a friend of mine in richmond invited me to her birthday party picnic at a cemetery, dress appropriately. i have the perfect black vintage dress, the top is black lace. i have the perfect picnic basket and dave's lending me his flask for the requisite "discretely concealed adult beverage". if it's cold i have a thermos for coffee or cider (oh! let it be chilly enough for cider!!)
my inner goth kid is spinning in circles to robert smith, completely giddy and wanting this to occur Right Now.
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yes!
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