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Here we are at the dinner. You can't see it here but Ginny's ribbon
train that attaches to the front of her dress came off just after
the grand music signaling our second entry started. We had a crazy
time trying to put it back on and then giving up and chucking
it. You can tell from my expression that I was overwhelmed by
this champagne pouring experience. Must have been the massive
amounts of dry ice they used, wafting into sensitive areas of
my anatomy. And maybe the tacky gold cloth they draped everywhere.
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