The picture means that I did it and it was magical.
Then this happened! Seriously, right after.* I became a magical unicorn!
Dan also became one, but he didn't like it. He blamed me. This is his "I'm humoring you because I've had a couple beers"** face.
*After a champagne, two rums and cokes, and a couple glasses of wine. And about 3 hours of dancing to black eyed peas and 1950's dance songs on the dance floor with his grandmother, step-mom, and their friends.
**And a mimosa.
End of that story. Here's a new one.
Direct Quote from Dan's grandmother while waiting for our taxi.
Dan's Dad: Why don't you go with one of the private cars.
Dan's Grandmother: No.
Dan's Dad: Okay
walks away
Dan's Grandmother: looks at Megan If you take one of those cars you're likely not to get home. Those damn Asians mumbles something incoherently. You couldn't give me anything that would make me get in one of those cars.
Megan: uncomfortable glance Ha...okay.
She also called Dan's 2 year old nephew a "Jew," because he was moving his hands in a weird way.
What?
She needs a twitter and to be called...RacistGrandma. Or something more creative than that. I don't know. In a hilarious twist she knows all the lyrics to at least two Black Eyed Peas songs. Which isn't hard really. But watching her dance/sing to "I got a feeling" is pretty much hilarious.
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