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Apr. 14th, 2002 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
botias
There I was in the car, feeling disgruntled because I was heading to town to run errands instead of satisfying my carnal urges, and in the truck in front of me the dogs started humping. All the way to town, through town... my god I felt like I was in a movie. 'You and me baby, we ain't nothin' but mammals...'
Went to Dino's wedding yesterday. Arrived late, and left early :P The wedding was nice enough I guess, if a bit over-long and over-Catholic (to my areligious sensibilities). The reception reminded me terribly of a high school prom, cutesy theme table decorations (tiny straw bales with a cowboy hat on top, (I have been to that dance. Sadie Hawkins?), King and Queen and court, probably even the same DJ. I suppose this was highly probable, in both cases the planners are young and about as short of funds as they are impressed with the importance of the event. I was hungry with no prospect of satisfaction (chuck wagon buffet), Connor was beginning to lose it because he was hungry, my pantyhose were a little too tight and my heels were, well, heels. All of these things left me with a driving urge to be anywhere else, and inadequate will to combat it. Alan was beating me to the door, so we said our good-byes, waved to the bride and groom (who hopefully thought we were making for the end of the buffet line) and stopped for ice cream on the way home.
On the up side, the bride not only didn't bar small children from the ceremony (some people feel they ruin the atmosphere), she had her own daughter standing with her. *applause* I think weddings are about family, especially the members (of any age) that drool and make inappropriate noises.
Me, I think I'm more of the ice cream party type, and I would feel like I ought to mingle instead of being either in limo, at the 'high' table, or performing. While I love ice cream, I hate mingling and being the center of attention, hence no wedding.
I spent the first part of the day on my hands and knees scrubbing the non-carpeted areas. It looks amazingly better. I must have dumped out 5 or 6 buckets of muddy water. The highlight was when I asked Alan to move the stove so I could get at the surrounding grease and discovered a lost ecosystem underneath, the apex predators scurrying for cover. Bleh!!! Maybe it was a hex, cross of noodle, eye of newt (seriously, there was a glass eyeball under there) tail of crustacean... all gone now. I've never cleaned out from under any of my stoves in the past, no doubt I too have left behind deposits of pasta, kibbles and 'I wonder whatever happened to...'
Went to Dino's wedding yesterday. Arrived late, and left early :P The wedding was nice enough I guess, if a bit over-long and over-Catholic (to my areligious sensibilities). The reception reminded me terribly of a high school prom, cutesy theme table decorations (tiny straw bales with a cowboy hat on top, (I have been to that dance. Sadie Hawkins?), King and Queen and court, probably even the same DJ. I suppose this was highly probable, in both cases the planners are young and about as short of funds as they are impressed with the importance of the event. I was hungry with no prospect of satisfaction (chuck wagon buffet), Connor was beginning to lose it because he was hungry, my pantyhose were a little too tight and my heels were, well, heels. All of these things left me with a driving urge to be anywhere else, and inadequate will to combat it. Alan was beating me to the door, so we said our good-byes, waved to the bride and groom (who hopefully thought we were making for the end of the buffet line) and stopped for ice cream on the way home.
On the up side, the bride not only didn't bar small children from the ceremony (some people feel they ruin the atmosphere), she had her own daughter standing with her. *applause* I think weddings are about family, especially the members (of any age) that drool and make inappropriate noises.
Me, I think I'm more of the ice cream party type, and I would feel like I ought to mingle instead of being either in limo, at the 'high' table, or performing. While I love ice cream, I hate mingling and being the center of attention, hence no wedding.
I spent the first part of the day on my hands and knees scrubbing the non-carpeted areas. It looks amazingly better. I must have dumped out 5 or 6 buckets of muddy water. The highlight was when I asked Alan to move the stove so I could get at the surrounding grease and discovered a lost ecosystem underneath, the apex predators scurrying for cover. Bleh!!! Maybe it was a hex, cross of noodle, eye of newt (seriously, there was a glass eyeball under there) tail of crustacean... all gone now. I've never cleaned out from under any of my stoves in the past, no doubt I too have left behind deposits of pasta, kibbles and 'I wonder whatever happened to...'
