To the bitch at Beer and Bethoven on Sat. night. Both my husband and I saw how you were checking out my leg tattoo and my dress. That wasn't the problem, untill we were forced to sit at your table, however, you would not shut the fuck up!!! Who the hell cares about the wedding planning or how much should be given to the church. Shut up and drink your bottle of red wine and let the rest of us enjoy the music. Because of your annoying chatter, we left early. You truly ruined my night!!