Bikes...and beauty

Hi ladies...so I noticed that the rest of you seem to have given up blogging already. After all that prodding, I'M the only one blogging on a Friday night. Wait...nevermind.
So, tomorrow night at midnight Portland will be host to its annual NAKED bike ride. Yes, you heard me correctly...a NAKED bike ride. And no, i will not be particpating. They don't let anyone particpate that still showers and shaves their legs and armpits. Bet that painted a hot picture in your head, didn't it? I may go, though, just to check it out. I'll make sure to take pictures and send them to you.
Last night, I worked on the ceremony with Sandra...for those of you who've forgotten I'm an official minister saying my first wedding on August 31st. Apparently, there's a portion of the wedding where i have to give an "address." This is what us Catholics call the sermon/homily. I have to come up with it on my own. I KNOW! I totally did not sign on for that. Now, i know it's clearly documented that my speeches in the past have been, for lack of a better word, fucking fantastic, but i'm still nervous. Their goddamn guest list is up to 278. I think I'm more nervous now than when i got up on stage and talked about my vagina for 2 hours. This is like, real. I have to sign a friggin marriage license. Who the hell made me a minister? The should be shot.
Anyway, some advice would be good about now, ladies. I don't want this to be like a maid of honor speech...i feel like it should be spiritual or some shit.
So, I'll leave you all with this...when I was walking back to work today after running an errand, some random dude on the street told me I was 'very beautiful.' I don't care who it is, when some random dude, that has never seen you before tells you your beautiful, that feels fucking wonderful!