After the pub crawl and a stop for a nightcap (at an amazing martini bar), we were walking back to the bridal suite. All of a sudden, a haunted brick jumps out of the sidewalk and busts Jami's big toe.
Here is the offending brick.
She was super tough and tried not to make a big deal of it. She called it her "fire alarm moment." We had accidentally butt-dialed Jami's sister at this moment in time. There was a lot of, "dooooo yoooooouu want me to carry you?" "Should we suture it?" "Will you still marry my brother?"
There was a lot of blood. So much so, that while walking back from taking photos in the park the next day, Lily was so enthralled with Jami's blood trail that she walked SMACK into a stop sign pole. Doh!
I let the doctors do their thing............and ordered pizza......stat.
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