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I'm feeling all...perky/sleepy today.
Long weekend. Long, long, long weekend.
But the end result is...my sister is married and the wedding was great.
I did get a new great buddy out of the whole thing. Dear Drew. He's funny, and obsessed with pop culture. He's also the florist. Okay, not just the florist. He went to school with my sister and is a year younger than her, so I've known who he was since he was little. So yeah, it's Drew. But we were inseperable at the wedding. I had several people tell me after the wedding that I should hook up with him, that we would make a great couple. Um, I hated to tell them, but even with my notoriously bad gaydar, even *I* knew that Drew was gay. My grandmother even had an inkling. But guess who the only person is who doesn't know Drew is gay? Drew. *g* My sister swore he was out of the closet, but from the conversations we were having Saturday night, he's not. He's not even aware he's *in* the closet. *shrugs*
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Up to the time of the wedding there was much concern from the family that I was going to giggle the entire wedding. I smile at weddings. Nonstop. At the rehearsal I was giggly and just generally silly. Up until half the bridesmaids were down the aisle I was giggly and happy. Then I turned and looked at my sister and burst into tears. *sigh* My poor dad. He took off running to find tissues. I'm hiccuping and gasping because I'm trying to stop crying. When it was my turn to go down the aisle, I stuffed the kleenex in my top, because I was almost under control and I had to carry the candle. (Turns out my sniffling while going down the aisle made tons of people cry.) I almost got it under control, then Katie stepped up to come down the aisle and I started again. Had to grab a tissue, which means there were many chuckles when I pulled the tissue out of my top. The worst part was, I'm holding a lit candle, and my knees were knocking together. I'm trying to remember to not lock the knees, to hold the candle upright, and that I'm going to have to take the bouquet from my sister in just a minute, so I need to get under control.
It was an experience.
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The only potentially bad thing from the entire wedding was that the mother of the groom was psycho. She didn't handle stress well, and her normal mode of communication with her family wasn't great for the wedding. The bridesmaids were about to go off on her for yelling at her daughter. Constantly. As in yelling at the top of her lungs. Her daughter (who was also a bridesmaid) actually asked her to stop yelling because people were talking. Did that stop her? No.
The daughter announced while we were getting ready for the wedding that she was not having a big wedding when she got married, that she was eloping. We all agreed that that would be a great idea.
***
One of the groomsmen and a friend of the groom (who are both single and who have both hit on me in the past) got drunk at the reception. Happy drunk (thank god). Happy, friendly drunk. And they decided at one point to dance with me. Both of them at the same time. In a very loving manner. Should I mention that Mark is about 6'5"? And that Joel has very sneaky hands? Thank god I got rescued before my dad saw anything.
***
Had a very bizarre dream last night before I woke up. I dreamed that there were a lot of new people in the office, and all the guys decided to dress up as Lex. But Lex as a cross-dresser.
Tons of guys walking around with shaved heads, wigs slightly askew and giant flowered dresses. I blame the vision of Harvey Fierstein as Mrs. Turnblad on the Tonys for this dream.
Long weekend. Long, long, long weekend.
But the end result is...my sister is married and the wedding was great.
I did get a new great buddy out of the whole thing. Dear Drew. He's funny, and obsessed with pop culture. He's also the florist. Okay, not just the florist. He went to school with my sister and is a year younger than her, so I've known who he was since he was little. So yeah, it's Drew. But we were inseperable at the wedding. I had several people tell me after the wedding that I should hook up with him, that we would make a great couple. Um, I hated to tell them, but even with my notoriously bad gaydar, even *I* knew that Drew was gay. My grandmother even had an inkling. But guess who the only person is who doesn't know Drew is gay? Drew. *g* My sister swore he was out of the closet, but from the conversations we were having Saturday night, he's not. He's not even aware he's *in* the closet. *shrugs*
***
Up to the time of the wedding there was much concern from the family that I was going to giggle the entire wedding. I smile at weddings. Nonstop. At the rehearsal I was giggly and just generally silly. Up until half the bridesmaids were down the aisle I was giggly and happy. Then I turned and looked at my sister and burst into tears. *sigh* My poor dad. He took off running to find tissues. I'm hiccuping and gasping because I'm trying to stop crying. When it was my turn to go down the aisle, I stuffed the kleenex in my top, because I was almost under control and I had to carry the candle. (Turns out my sniffling while going down the aisle made tons of people cry.) I almost got it under control, then Katie stepped up to come down the aisle and I started again. Had to grab a tissue, which means there were many chuckles when I pulled the tissue out of my top. The worst part was, I'm holding a lit candle, and my knees were knocking together. I'm trying to remember to not lock the knees, to hold the candle upright, and that I'm going to have to take the bouquet from my sister in just a minute, so I need to get under control.
It was an experience.
***
The only potentially bad thing from the entire wedding was that the mother of the groom was psycho. She didn't handle stress well, and her normal mode of communication with her family wasn't great for the wedding. The bridesmaids were about to go off on her for yelling at her daughter. Constantly. As in yelling at the top of her lungs. Her daughter (who was also a bridesmaid) actually asked her to stop yelling because people were talking. Did that stop her? No.
The daughter announced while we were getting ready for the wedding that she was not having a big wedding when she got married, that she was eloping. We all agreed that that would be a great idea.
***
One of the groomsmen and a friend of the groom (who are both single and who have both hit on me in the past) got drunk at the reception. Happy drunk (thank god). Happy, friendly drunk. And they decided at one point to dance with me. Both of them at the same time. In a very loving manner. Should I mention that Mark is about 6'5"? And that Joel has very sneaky hands? Thank god I got rescued before my dad saw anything.
***
Had a very bizarre dream last night before I woke up. I dreamed that there were a lot of new people in the office, and all the guys decided to dress up as Lex. But Lex as a cross-dresser.
Tons of guys walking around with shaved heads, wigs slightly askew and giant flowered dresses. I blame the vision of Harvey Fierstein as Mrs. Turnblad on the Tonys for this dream.