Warning: lengthy entry ahead. Also copied from my lj, so if you read both, there's nothing exciting here.
I have just discovered that wilwheaton's birthday is three days after mine. Très cool.
So mr_dave's sister's wedding was amazing. Jen was gorgeous beyond all reason, and the bridesmaids were so pretty, and the pictures were pretty, with the weather being absolutely perfect for photos after the ceremony. All was lovely. Although, the dress and shoes I went to West Ed four times in three days to acquire (*shudder*), while looking amazing, could probably have been a little more reasonably useful. The shoes, off of each of which I took a string of rhinestones that made them ugly like whoa, are very pretty and elegant, but that effect is achieved mostly through the height of the slender heel, which is about three and a half inches. The dress, as Dave will tell you and some of the pictures will allow you to see for yourself, was built for a person slightly shorter than me. Or at least, one who doesn't dance as enthusiastically as I do.
The Mayfair Golf and Country Club, where the ceremony and reception were held, was absolutely fantastic. The view out the wall of windows in the hall where the ceremony was held was of the golf course's 1st and 18th holes. On the 18th hole, the water hazard is this gorgeous pond with two fountains and a bridge. It was breath-taking. Then when we went to the Legislature grounds for a couple of hours of picture taking, the rain had stopped but the clouds hadn't completely gone away, so the lighting was just perfect. Much amazing photo-taking was done, by both hired photographers, myself on Dave's digital camera, Dave's dad on his SLR, and the groom (Mike)'s mom on her little snap camera, among most of the other people's minor picture-taking. I'm really sad, though: the sun kept getting in the lens when I was taking pictures, and so a whole bunch of the ones I took are pretty much useless. Sigh.
I finished the newest Harry Potter book yesterday. Twas pretty good. (Don't worry, I'm not going to spoiler-ise you.) My sister seems to think that it was like fanfic in that the forseeable relationship did indeed come to pass. I personally think that there's just so damn much fanfic out there that some of them had to hit on it. The ending shocked me mightily, though. Like Mim said, cliffhanger like whoa. Well, she didn't put it that way, but hey. Same idea.
So today I had a dream wherein I married Mike (yes, the one Jen just married. I dunno why.) and was horribly depressed the whole day and couldn't understand why I married him and not Dave. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me I need to be with Dave more than I need to be married, and possibly also that I should quit trying to convince him that the possibility of getting married sometime in the future should exist for us. He'd probably like it if that were the case.
I think tonight might be pizza night at our house, because Mom is going out for supper with one of the ladies she does yoga with and thus supper is our responsibility. Maybe it'll be pot pie night instead. Hmm.
I have just discovered that wilwheaton's birthday is three days after mine. Très cool.
So mr_dave's sister's wedding was amazing. Jen was gorgeous beyond all reason, and the bridesmaids were so pretty, and the pictures were pretty, with the weather being absolutely perfect for photos after the ceremony. All was lovely. Although, the dress and shoes I went to West Ed four times in three days to acquire (*shudder*), while looking amazing, could probably have been a little more reasonably useful. The shoes, off of each of which I took a string of rhinestones that made them ugly like whoa, are very pretty and elegant, but that effect is achieved mostly through the height of the slender heel, which is about three and a half inches. The dress, as Dave will tell you and some of the pictures will allow you to see for yourself, was built for a person slightly shorter than me. Or at least, one who doesn't dance as enthusiastically as I do.
The Mayfair Golf and Country Club, where the ceremony and reception were held, was absolutely fantastic. The view out the wall of windows in the hall where the ceremony was held was of the golf course's 1st and 18th holes. On the 18th hole, the water hazard is this gorgeous pond with two fountains and a bridge. It was breath-taking. Then when we went to the Legislature grounds for a couple of hours of picture taking, the rain had stopped but the clouds hadn't completely gone away, so the lighting was just perfect. Much amazing photo-taking was done, by both hired photographers, myself on Dave's digital camera, Dave's dad on his SLR, and the groom (Mike)'s mom on her little snap camera, among most of the other people's minor picture-taking. I'm really sad, though: the sun kept getting in the lens when I was taking pictures, and so a whole bunch of the ones I took are pretty much useless. Sigh.
I finished the newest Harry Potter book yesterday. Twas pretty good. (Don't worry, I'm not going to spoiler-ise you.) My sister seems to think that it was like fanfic in that the forseeable relationship did indeed come to pass. I personally think that there's just so damn much fanfic out there that some of them had to hit on it. The ending shocked me mightily, though. Like Mim said, cliffhanger like whoa. Well, she didn't put it that way, but hey. Same idea.
So today I had a dream wherein I married Mike (yes, the one Jen just married. I dunno why.) and was horribly depressed the whole day and couldn't understand why I married him and not Dave. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me I need to be with Dave more than I need to be married, and possibly also that I should quit trying to convince him that the possibility of getting married sometime in the future should exist for us. He'd probably like it if that were the case.
I think tonight might be pizza night at our house, because Mom is going out for supper with one of the ladies she does yoga with and thus supper is our responsibility. Maybe it'll be pot pie night instead. Hmm.
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All this marriage talk. You know, last summer wasn't like this at all!