Goin' to the Piano Bar and we're...gonna sing diiiirty soooongs

...Sung to the tune of "Goin' to the Chapel" for Nina.

My shoes were gorgeous. And painful. Which would, aptly, fit Ryan's theory on the correlation between shoe beauty and shoe pain. Nina's marrying a smart man.

But! I'm smarter...

At Sing Sing. I do NOT want to be sung to as a future bride! Wow those songs are bad.

Yay Nina!