i'm gonna go through this a little... mechanically... simply because as beautiful a wedding as it was, as great a party as it was, neither weddings nor parties are my thing, especially ones that involve all sides of my family, and instead of having a "great time" like everyone thinks i should have, i had "good moments" like dancing boogie woogie bugle boy with my dad and finally getting ma to tell spott the "mortgage boy" story...
so here goes.
8am the alarm went off & got spott & i out of bed & into the shower. we packed up our stuff for the day, with a little tension because that's just how the day was going, and after i took a few minutes to take a crapload of st. john's wort and happy vitamins, finally got on the road to the salon, which we passed on the first try. while there i was convinced to have my hair done, called my mom (who had volunteered to pay for it if i DID have it done), and sat down in the chair. i requested fairly simple, with the front pulled back but not the whole thing up. no matter what i say, though, usually the hairdresser does whatever the hell she feels like, which means a french twist with a pile of curls on top of it, and i wanted to make sure that didn't happen this time... the girl said "straight or curly" i said "curly" and away we went. by the time i stood up, i had had 2 girls working on my hair at once, and the front was pulled back just as i had asked. from the top of my head to the middle of my shoulders was a big giant pile of curls. it looked pretty good there, it looked better once it had fallen down a bit
. but it wasn't anything close to my sister's hair... she had her hair pulled up to the top of her head and curled, with her "something blue" little sticky blue flowers that were stuck inside the curls. her tiara fit perfectly around the front of the curls, and her veil (why is it called a veil if its not hiding anything?) went under the back of the curls. then there were the extensions, stuck into her own curls and left to hang over the veil. very... medieval. which was fitting because she was getting married in the flagstoned courtyard of the saturn club.
all morning, my sister's matron of honor bugged the shit out of everybody. she was trying to take a crap every 15 minutes "because of her nerves", she couldn't eat, she was weepy every 2 seconds, she was shaking and pacing, and her bullshit ended up psyching out one of the other girls in the group. my sister had some nerve issues early in the morning and the night before, but i think that was close proximity to her matron of honor, and once she got into the swing of getting ready (and ate my bagel
) she was fine.
so after the salon, we all went back to my sister's house for a little while. i did spott's hair & makeup, and she got dressed (hot damn that girl... just needs to wear a collar more often i think!), then we all made sure our makeup was done, hair touched up, and we had all our stuff together to take to the club. the limo arrived, there was some confusion as to who was driving their own cars and who was not, and spott ended up calling my aunt to pick her up there and waiting... this caused problems later, but that's later.
we got to the club, hung around in the "suite" we were given to dress in, got dressed, touched up makeup, and waited. near the end of the waiting, sarah called. aunt cathy never showed up. so i gave her aunt cathy's phone number. i wanted my girl to be there. more like i needed my girl to be there. i didn't want to go down that aisle, even with 2 of my favorite guys in the world, without my girl at least being in the crowd. she ended up getting there halfway through the ceremony, along with my aunt who had been a block away from the club when spott called to remind her that she was still at my sister's...
when we came down from the suite, ma & mister were sitting in the back. they hadn't grabbed the teenage kid ushers & said who they were, and the ushers didn't know who they were to escort them to the front. that was the second fucked-up thing that happened. well, i guess most of the fucked-up-ed-ness was due to the fact that ma is freaking miserable and totally paranoid, thinks the world is out to get her and take away the things she loves--which means her kids. i found out she had tried to call me a bunch of times. i never returned her calls, so she thought i had "abandoned" her. she stopped giving me the evil eye once i explained to her that i never got one of her messages, but still alternated between glaring around, crying or trying not to, and a cool, haughty chin-up-so-always-looking-down pose. because i am the only other person in the world with the same family connections as my sister, i got to sit with her and entertain her during the part of the reception she stayed for. woohoo. talk about uncomfortable. although, once she had my brothers and me & the dates that went with us sitting around a table with her, i think she relaxed a little. i made her tell spott the story of a kid we used to hang out with in school (the mortgage boy story... this kid came with the house!), and since she loves to tell stories she was a little happier for then. she still left early, and for that i think everyone was greatful.
the rest of the time wasn't exactly a blast, but it was less tense. i danced with my youngest brother a bit, danced alone a bit, danced with my dad for boogie woogie bugle boy, danced with my new brother-in-law briefly while he was so trashed he couldn't speak, was complimented on my "look" repeatedly. which is to say, enough times that it got to be a little irritating. if looking good enough to get comments means my feet have to hurt from wearing shoes the gods never meant for human feet, a dress that wants to fall down and is the smallest i could squeeze into when i ordered it, having my hair a solid mass of hairsprayed curls, and enough makeup to make my eyes scream "allergies"... frankly, its not worth it. i did it for my sister to have nice pics for the family, and for her to keep her completely fake "everything is perfect, fairy tale, princess" wedding just as she wanted it. as soon as i could get back into my jeans, i was.
by the end of the night, stressed out was the name of the game, and exhausted was its dance partner. my head was spinning, and i wasn't drunk. believe me, i tried to get drunk, even to the point where i hardly ate. it didn't work... i had too many vitamins & suppliments in my body keeping me standing to let me get drunk. spott and i wanted nothing more than to just go home. but her car was behind 2 cars in my sister's driveway, and we didn't have a way to get to the house... so we stayed until the limo took us back, then sat outside waiting for my aunt to get there to move her truck, which was at the outside of the driveway.
when we finally got home, spott crashed and i took a shower to wash all that junk off my face and out of my hair. i was exhausted, but i knew if i didn't i wouldn't be able to open my allergy-eyes this morning. i fell into bed and went to sleep snuggling my already-sleeping girl...
then i woke up this morning to the sounds of nemesis calling in to work. that means tomorrow, instead of 30-45 minutes of cleaning up in the morning, i'll have 2 hours or better. fucking wonderful. i wish she would just tell them she needs sundays off. period. no availability sundays. part-timers have the luxury of not-open availability. she only called in because she's finding out that working and college and apartment is hard work, and she's burning out and getting sick because she won't stand up and insist on what she needs. i told her that everything she gets at officemax will be because she demands it. apparently she didn't believe me.
so now i'm sitting here talking to Zenfinite, who has been trying to cheer me up from the moment i signed on, and i wish i could have my house back. having no floor in my living room due to the open sofabed and a shitload of other people's junk is really starting to set me on edge. yay SAD.
i'm off for a bit. perhaps i'll play neopets.
♥
so here goes.
8am the alarm went off & got spott & i out of bed & into the shower. we packed up our stuff for the day, with a little tension because that's just how the day was going, and after i took a few minutes to take a crapload of st. john's wort and happy vitamins, finally got on the road to the salon, which we passed on the first try. while there i was convinced to have my hair done, called my mom (who had volunteered to pay for it if i DID have it done), and sat down in the chair. i requested fairly simple, with the front pulled back but not the whole thing up. no matter what i say, though, usually the hairdresser does whatever the hell she feels like, which means a french twist with a pile of curls on top of it, and i wanted to make sure that didn't happen this time... the girl said "straight or curly" i said "curly" and away we went. by the time i stood up, i had had 2 girls working on my hair at once, and the front was pulled back just as i had asked. from the top of my head to the middle of my shoulders was a big giant pile of curls. it looked pretty good there, it looked better once it had fallen down a bit
. but it wasn't anything close to my sister's hair... she had her hair pulled up to the top of her head and curled, with her "something blue" little sticky blue flowers that were stuck inside the curls. her tiara fit perfectly around the front of the curls, and her veil (why is it called a veil if its not hiding anything?) went under the back of the curls. then there were the extensions, stuck into her own curls and left to hang over the veil. very... medieval. which was fitting because she was getting married in the flagstoned courtyard of the saturn club.
all morning, my sister's matron of honor bugged the shit out of everybody. she was trying to take a crap every 15 minutes "because of her nerves", she couldn't eat, she was weepy every 2 seconds, she was shaking and pacing, and her bullshit ended up psyching out one of the other girls in the group. my sister had some nerve issues early in the morning and the night before, but i think that was close proximity to her matron of honor, and once she got into the swing of getting ready (and ate my bagel
) she was fine.
so after the salon, we all went back to my sister's house for a little while. i did spott's hair & makeup, and she got dressed (hot damn that girl... just needs to wear a collar more often i think!), then we all made sure our makeup was done, hair touched up, and we had all our stuff together to take to the club. the limo arrived, there was some confusion as to who was driving their own cars and who was not, and spott ended up calling my aunt to pick her up there and waiting... this caused problems later, but that's later.
we got to the club, hung around in the "suite" we were given to dress in, got dressed, touched up makeup, and waited. near the end of the waiting, sarah called. aunt cathy never showed up. so i gave her aunt cathy's phone number. i wanted my girl to be there. more like i needed my girl to be there. i didn't want to go down that aisle, even with 2 of my favorite guys in the world, without my girl at least being in the crowd. she ended up getting there halfway through the ceremony, along with my aunt who had been a block away from the club when spott called to remind her that she was still at my sister's...
when we came down from the suite, ma & mister were sitting in the back. they hadn't grabbed the teenage kid ushers & said who they were, and the ushers didn't know who they were to escort them to the front. that was the second fucked-up thing that happened. well, i guess most of the fucked-up-ed-ness was due to the fact that ma is freaking miserable and totally paranoid, thinks the world is out to get her and take away the things she loves--which means her kids. i found out she had tried to call me a bunch of times. i never returned her calls, so she thought i had "abandoned" her. she stopped giving me the evil eye once i explained to her that i never got one of her messages, but still alternated between glaring around, crying or trying not to, and a cool, haughty chin-up-so-always-looking-down pose. because i am the only other person in the world with the same family connections as my sister, i got to sit with her and entertain her during the part of the reception she stayed for. woohoo. talk about uncomfortable. although, once she had my brothers and me & the dates that went with us sitting around a table with her, i think she relaxed a little. i made her tell spott the story of a kid we used to hang out with in school (the mortgage boy story... this kid came with the house!), and since she loves to tell stories she was a little happier for then. she still left early, and for that i think everyone was greatful.
the rest of the time wasn't exactly a blast, but it was less tense. i danced with my youngest brother a bit, danced alone a bit, danced with my dad for boogie woogie bugle boy, danced with my new brother-in-law briefly while he was so trashed he couldn't speak, was complimented on my "look" repeatedly. which is to say, enough times that it got to be a little irritating. if looking good enough to get comments means my feet have to hurt from wearing shoes the gods never meant for human feet, a dress that wants to fall down and is the smallest i could squeeze into when i ordered it, having my hair a solid mass of hairsprayed curls, and enough makeup to make my eyes scream "allergies"... frankly, its not worth it. i did it for my sister to have nice pics for the family, and for her to keep her completely fake "everything is perfect, fairy tale, princess" wedding just as she wanted it. as soon as i could get back into my jeans, i was.
by the end of the night, stressed out was the name of the game, and exhausted was its dance partner. my head was spinning, and i wasn't drunk. believe me, i tried to get drunk, even to the point where i hardly ate. it didn't work... i had too many vitamins & suppliments in my body keeping me standing to let me get drunk. spott and i wanted nothing more than to just go home. but her car was behind 2 cars in my sister's driveway, and we didn't have a way to get to the house... so we stayed until the limo took us back, then sat outside waiting for my aunt to get there to move her truck, which was at the outside of the driveway.
when we finally got home, spott crashed and i took a shower to wash all that junk off my face and out of my hair. i was exhausted, but i knew if i didn't i wouldn't be able to open my allergy-eyes this morning. i fell into bed and went to sleep snuggling my already-sleeping girl...
then i woke up this morning to the sounds of nemesis calling in to work. that means tomorrow, instead of 30-45 minutes of cleaning up in the morning, i'll have 2 hours or better. fucking wonderful. i wish she would just tell them she needs sundays off. period. no availability sundays. part-timers have the luxury of not-open availability. she only called in because she's finding out that working and college and apartment is hard work, and she's burning out and getting sick because she won't stand up and insist on what she needs. i told her that everything she gets at officemax will be because she demands it. apparently she didn't believe me.
so now i'm sitting here talking to Zenfinite, who has been trying to cheer me up from the moment i signed on, and i wish i could have my house back. having no floor in my living room due to the open sofabed and a shitload of other people's junk is really starting to set me on edge. yay SAD.
i'm off for a bit. perhaps i'll play neopets.
♥