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Bittersweet.
Jun. 26th, 2005 05:39 pmBeing single at a wedding has to be one of the most lonely feelings in the world. Seriously.
That said, L. was absolutely gorgeous. She's high-strung (not in a bad way, but when she gets nervous/excited/etc, it's either crying or being sick for her; thankfully, it was the crying this time), so she was joyfully sobbing the entire way through the first 4 hours of the evening. [So much so that the groom had trouble kissing his bride.] And blessedly relaxed enough for a beer or two the rest of the night until the last dance started. Then it was more joyful sobbing. :-D I really do love her, and I am SO GLAD she finally found her once-in-a-lifetime, but they made it despite everything (deployment, etc). Absolutely beautiful evening: wedding ceremony was overlooking the ocean, the reception was just up the steps in a courtyard that got all the starlight, everything was fantastically coordinated. . . I've never gotten sniffly at these things, and I was crying like a baby along with L. (Not that I'd let my ugly-assed porcupine-cuddly self show much of that, so I was in the bathroom a lot between bouts of looking my usual stern and rather unfriendly self. I really should work on that stuff...) Father-Daughter dance... I'm glad I wore waterproof mascara. Very glad.
The dance part... that was much more interesting. Apparently, 8+ drinks didn't give the marine singles there any more brass to their balls, because they were getting their married buddy (who'd officiated the wedding) to grill me on everything from age to how I knew the bride & groom. Needless to say, it was a very interesting evening on that front. (And I pity L.'s budget, with an open and free bar and half the party being military buddies of the groom. LOTS of drinking. o.O)
Apparently, not only do I not dance enough, I look at least 25. Hm. (Personally, I think I look about 35, but... whatever.) No one really believed me when I said I was 22, though it was awesome to keep hearing K and LF just how often I "rescued" the office staff. Found out some difficulties arose the day after K called to ask me to work for them, hence the stalling and eventual apology/no job. But they think that everything is getting better, so I just may have a chance with them in another month or two. We'll see. [Have I mentioned everything is in month-long increments and involves a lot of waiting lately? Rarg.]
Went to bed around 1, up at 7:30 for Tea, nap from 12-3, and now I have a buttload of thank-yous left (I'm slow. . . I suck.) to do before dinner. Oy. And stuff I still haven't taken to the post office. Jeebus, but I'm bad at doing anything promptly around the house. . .
On the (not-so) bright side, I made a budget spreadsheet in Excel, and can pay off most of what I owe to Visa, Mom, and other goodies in the next 2 months, assuming I have a steady job and at least $11/hour. (Otherwise, I'm pretty well fucked...) $3500, give or take. Joy.
That said, L. was absolutely gorgeous. She's high-strung (not in a bad way, but when she gets nervous/excited/etc, it's either crying or being sick for her; thankfully, it was the crying this time), so she was joyfully sobbing the entire way through the first 4 hours of the evening. [So much so that the groom had trouble kissing his bride.] And blessedly relaxed enough for a beer or two the rest of the night until the last dance started. Then it was more joyful sobbing. :-D I really do love her, and I am SO GLAD she finally found her once-in-a-lifetime, but they made it despite everything (deployment, etc). Absolutely beautiful evening: wedding ceremony was overlooking the ocean, the reception was just up the steps in a courtyard that got all the starlight, everything was fantastically coordinated. . . I've never gotten sniffly at these things, and I was crying like a baby along with L. (Not that I'd let my ugly-assed porcupine-cuddly self show much of that, so I was in the bathroom a lot between bouts of looking my usual stern and rather unfriendly self. I really should work on that stuff...) Father-Daughter dance... I'm glad I wore waterproof mascara. Very glad.
The dance part... that was much more interesting. Apparently, 8+ drinks didn't give the marine singles there any more brass to their balls, because they were getting their married buddy (who'd officiated the wedding) to grill me on everything from age to how I knew the bride & groom. Needless to say, it was a very interesting evening on that front. (And I pity L.'s budget, with an open and free bar and half the party being military buddies of the groom. LOTS of drinking. o.O)
Apparently, not only do I not dance enough, I look at least 25. Hm. (Personally, I think I look about 35, but... whatever.) No one really believed me when I said I was 22, though it was awesome to keep hearing K and LF just how often I "rescued" the office staff. Found out some difficulties arose the day after K called to ask me to work for them, hence the stalling and eventual apology/no job. But they think that everything is getting better, so I just may have a chance with them in another month or two. We'll see. [Have I mentioned everything is in month-long increments and involves a lot of waiting lately? Rarg.]
Went to bed around 1, up at 7:30 for Tea, nap from 12-3, and now I have a buttload of thank-yous left (I'm slow. . . I suck.) to do before dinner. Oy. And stuff I still haven't taken to the post office. Jeebus, but I'm bad at doing anything promptly around the house. . .
On the (not-so) bright side, I made a budget spreadsheet in Excel, and can pay off most of what I owe to Visa, Mom, and other goodies in the next 2 months, assuming I have a steady job and at least $11/hour. (Otherwise, I'm pretty well fucked...) $3500, give or take. Joy.
