last night i had a dream about getting married in Australia. i wanted to get into the Sydney opera house, but for some reason the doors were all locked. i mean, why would they lock the doors? weird, right? so for like half an hour i was running around in some cupcake wedding dress trying to get in. did i mention, i had a pope, dressed up in pope gear, my husband to be, and about 50 people in tow? yea, looks like my waking life is starting to take over my dream world. this hunt for the perfect venue has got me. so, after hours of running back and forth, covered in sweat and glitter(don't ask) we just stand there, outside and get hitched. happy ending, yes. riddled with anxiety, yes. good times.