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As the party moved to a bar down the street, Pat and I snuck away. Realizing neither of us had eaten all day, we stopped at a little Italian place close to our hotel and ordered a pizza to bring back to our room. I was still in my long white dress, and Pat still in his tuxedo, as we plopped on the bed, the pizza between us.