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but even if I weren't still in love with Bottle Rocket; if I didn't have an art girl's crush on a certain pair of women with clipboards; if I weren't completely jealous that I don't live in Portland this week and next; and especially, even if I hadn't already planned to have my honeymoon at The Bridge Motel (seriously—it's the only plan I've made, and it involved having one of the rooms completely redone in the style of the Honeymoon Suite at the cardboard Venetian hotel in Top Hat), I would still have enough of a motel aesthetic fetish to suggest that this is really exciting to me, and anyone who wants to grab a polaroid camera and join me for the evening is hereby invited/encouraged/however strong an invitation you need for such a thing.

(It's on Saturday. I'll probably remind you.)