I've been back at work for 3 hours, and already I feel like I'm mental. At least I get paid more to sit here and deal with it now.
Saw Hellboy on Saturday. I enjoyed it very much.
Easter was good, but very different. For the first time in my life, I didn't spend it with my mom and brother. Not that we're even close to bein religious, but I'd always been guilt-tripped into it.
This year I told her Dan's parents invited me over, and I wouldn't be coming home for the usual trip to a hotel buffet, or a homemade meal that she 'slaved' over. I sensed a hint of something..I think it was bitterness, but whatever.
Even though our holiday dinners consist of no more than 4 or 5 of us (me, mom, her boyfriend, my brother, and my brother's friend), my mom insists on making it painful. Grief about how long she spent cooking, crap about what I'm wearing, moaning about how no one wants to linger at the table for good conversation, beef about how I'm in 'such a rush' to get back to Rochester.
I made Dan's family each an Easter basket, and Dan and I made the dessert and an appetizer. I had a great time, and everyone was so casual. No fighting, no formality, just good food and good company. I've clearly been missing out.
I feel like I don't know my family. Or that at least they don't know me. And I'm not sure it's worth the effort to salvage that.
Dan's family makes it so easy to be a part of them. It's really nice.
Oooh I forgot a major highlight of the weekend.
You know it's a good evening when you've:
A) Downloaded a plethora of Prince songs from i-tunes
B) Got on your vinyl 6 inch heels
C) Find random bits of clothing all over the apartment the next morning.
D) All of the above
Apparently I selected D. =)
Saw Hellboy on Saturday. I enjoyed it very much.
Easter was good, but very different. For the first time in my life, I didn't spend it with my mom and brother. Not that we're even close to bein religious, but I'd always been guilt-tripped into it.
This year I told her Dan's parents invited me over, and I wouldn't be coming home for the usual trip to a hotel buffet, or a homemade meal that she 'slaved' over. I sensed a hint of something..I think it was bitterness, but whatever.
Even though our holiday dinners consist of no more than 4 or 5 of us (me, mom, her boyfriend, my brother, and my brother's friend), my mom insists on making it painful. Grief about how long she spent cooking, crap about what I'm wearing, moaning about how no one wants to linger at the table for good conversation, beef about how I'm in 'such a rush' to get back to Rochester.
I made Dan's family each an Easter basket, and Dan and I made the dessert and an appetizer. I had a great time, and everyone was so casual. No fighting, no formality, just good food and good company. I've clearly been missing out.
I feel like I don't know my family. Or that at least they don't know me. And I'm not sure it's worth the effort to salvage that.
Dan's family makes it so easy to be a part of them. It's really nice.
Oooh I forgot a major highlight of the weekend.
You know it's a good evening when you've:
A) Downloaded a plethora of Prince songs from i-tunes
B) Got on your vinyl 6 inch heels
C) Find random bits of clothing all over the apartment the next morning.
D) All of the above
Apparently I selected D. =)
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lisa sounds right. sad.
well i like "Vegas" so much that i was kind of stoked just to hear those tracks on a bumpin' system. and i didn't expect much of it to be live, since there's only 2 of them. i thought it was decent though, for $20 bucks and all. plus i was hammered, and saw some college friends.
Quannum was great, but my shoulder didn't allow me to freak out like I normally would have. I still boogied, but very very carefully!
Take care, hope to see you soon!