littlewashu: (james t. kirk - spitting back the coffee)
This weekend I went up to Queens to see my grandparents. It was the first time I'd seen them since the wedding.

(I'm DYING for the professional photos to be ready, bee tee dub. DYING. I check my photographer's site hourly.)

I've probably said this before, but seeing my grandparents, while something I try to do at least once a month, is pretty depressing, and inevitably reminds me of my own mortality (which is not something I really like to be reminded of.)

My grandparents didn't come to my wedding. It's too hard for my grandma to get around, and she has "accidents" getting from the kitchen to the bathroom sometimes -- and one is adjacent to the other. We thought for a while that we'd be able to figure something out, but Grandpa called a few weeks before the wedding -- making what he called "the saddest phone call [he'd] ever made" -- and told me they wouldn't be coming after all.

My mom went to visit them a week or two after the wedding, and brought photos. At first Grandma wanted to know what she was looking at, and then she wanted to know why she wasn't there. This time it only took her a little while to keep remembering that she was looking at my wedding photos -- and she seemed really happy about it, she kept looking at them over and over. With my Grandpa, I'm not sure how to handle it. I know he's still really sad that he wasn't there, he said it was something he never thought he would miss. So I feel a little bad talking about it, but I think that's the right way to go, because he should feel as though he could have been there, right? He should know every bit of the ceremony, every detail? I don't know.

I do know that I don't want to get old. It's horrible. I don't want my body to fall apart. I can't stand the thought of it, and I don't know why it doesn't drive everybody else crazy too. Dying is fine; bam, it's over. But getting old? God. I kind of can't believe Hunter Thompson lasted as long as he did. In the bathroom I started crying as I thought about Chris and I getting old, and my first instinct was to hope that if somebody starts falling apart first, it's him. I'd rather take care of him, and watch him wither away, then have to put him through that. Ugh, again though, a robot apocalypse occurring whilst we're still middle-aged is preferred. If the world is going to end, I'd sure like to be around to see it.

HEY, that was depressing! Let's move on!

On Friday my photographer posted the following picture on her blog:

dancing lanterns

I'm hoping that means that the pictures will be finished soon. I am so eager to see them! But of course, I'm also thinking of all these particular shots that I really want her to have taken, though I didn't, like, tell her about them or anything. There were so many other things to think about in the days leading up to the wedding, that I never got around to giving her a list of "must have" shots. Ah well, they'll be lovely, I'm sure. And besides, I was there, I saw everything -- the day lives on IN MY MIND.

This weekend was Michael's birthday -- Michael is Flapjack's son, and he's now five. His birthday party was at the same place as my wedding! Because it's his grandparents' farm. There was a puppy there! Oh he was so cute.

The weekend before this one was Max's first birthday -- Max is Michelle and Teege's son. He's my favorite kid ever. Here he is making Maxface:


As I say on the Flickr page, I know EXACTLY what Max is saying in this picture, because it's a very distinctive face. He's saying "Uhhhhh." In a thoughtful manner. It's the most thoughtful "uhhhh" you've ever heard. You know, I used to say that I was worried about the day that Max begins to speak (English): what if I won't like him anymore, because he's annoying? I'm not worried anymore. Now I'm just eager to hear what he has to say. Man do I love that kid.

Okay, that was a good finish, right? Back to work. See ya, LiveJournal.
littlewashu: (james t. kirk - pleasant)
My future husband's step-sister's husband's mom owns a bakery in the city in which I work. I stopped by during my lunch break to drop off a check for the wedding pies, and met her. She was SO nice and friendly and smiley, and when I expressed amazement that she was able to stay so skinny, working in a place that smelled so good, she gave me cookies, and a pumpkin pie! Life is good.

Eight more days until the wedding! I have a ton of stuff that I'm going to attempt to get done today and tomorrow. Saturday we're driving up to Vermont for my friend Nick's wedding, and won't be back until Monday. On the one hand, it's sort of a shame that I don't have this last weekend in which to accomplish things; on the other, I can't do anything from Vermont, so it means I get to RELAX. And that is the greatest unexpected pumpkin pie of all.
littlewashu: (the polyphonic spree)
Hello everyone!

I am at my new job! I sort of have nothing to do for the next twenty minutes so I'm updating.

Last week I went to Jamaica for the wedding of the one and only Michelle to the irrepressible Teege. We were in Ochos Rios, at the Riu resort. I'd never done the blue-ocean thing before (the farthest south I've ever been is South Padre Island in Texas), and I've never done the all-inclusive thing before. I think the whole world should be all-inclusive. Picking up a drink (or two) for the road every time I wanted to walk someplace that was more than 200 feet away was the shizznit.

I didn't burn! I had done the tanning salon thing (gasp!) for a month and a half beforehand, and I was careful whilst I was there, and I only got a little pink on my shoulders, which faded after a day. I don't think I can make you understand how amazing that is. I do not tan, man, I just don't do it. I didn't think I could do it. But it turns out I can! And I like it when my legs are not translucent! I still don't trust the sun, though. I like the sciencey nature of going into a booth and knowing exactly how long I have to spend in there, and exactly what that'll do to me. The sun is unscientific and it frightens me.

The vacation was very leisurely, and the then the ceremony was casual yet beautiful (just like Michelle.)

(click for more pics plz thx)

Congratulations, Michelle and Teege! I love you both so much, and I am so so happy to see you married. You appreciate each other, and that sounds so trite unless you know them both, and know how insane and wonderful they both are. Congratulations, guys.
littlewashu: (white debbie)
I really ought to write in this thing more often, so that when I'm old and lonely I can look back on these heady days. I am so busy all the time! It's wonderful.

Last Saturday there was a going away party for James at the Manse. He's moving to California. He'll be back. They always come back.

The evening before, I attended the Flashpoint Prom. Sean was my date. The corsage he presented me with had a pair of dice in it, so that we matched. It was awesome. I had a really great time, and drank a lot of wine, and met a bunch of people. It was weird because there were all these cats wandering around in dresses and tuxes, and I kept thinking I knew them, but I didn't, I had just seen them in plays over the past year.

Here's PJ (later crowned Prom King) and my date:

The weekend before that, I attended Kelly's bridal shower. It was really lovely, and the crab cakes were DELICIOUS, and I got to see some ladies I hadn't seen in a while. Rachel is pregnant and looks beautiful. I guess I always say that. I met Erica's new daughter Zoe. At one point Erica and I were talking, and Zoe decided to babybarf on mom's chest. Erica thrust the baby at me and went to the ladies room to clean up. Now, I have no problem with babies on an individual basis, but apparently it looks unnatural or something, because Michelle turned around and said "you're holding a baby! I'm taking a picture," and a little later Rachel turned around and said "you're holding a baby! I'm taking a picture." JEEZ you guys.

The Wednesday before that, I went to see Spamalot. My parents gave me tickets for my birthday way back in February, and I took Mitch with me. We drove up to the city. We waited an hour at the Lincoln Tunnel, but parking was only $12 (!) and getting home was so easy, so yay for cars with air conditioning. On Meister's recommendation we went to the Eatery, and man was it good. I had the tuna tartare as an appemetizer, and the chipotle meatloaf, and a couple of mojitos (I'd never had one before!) Mitch had the szechwan steak. Our server was realllly cute. And we were out of there in plenty of time to make the show. Which was great! No Hank Azaria, unfortunately (boo!) but Tim Curry was great, and David Hyde Pierce needs to work on his cockney accent, and it was a fabulous show. There was a lot of new stuff in it, which was good, because MAN do I know that movie! Despite not having seen it in years. It made me want to go home and watch it, but I didn't, I went home and fell asleep.

The weekend before that was Sean's birthday party, but I got there after it was over (because I am a dummy, and also sleepy) and didn't take any pictures. We did play Egyptian Ratscrew, though, with Artie and Sabiha. And that was when I asked Sean to the prom, so you know, banner evening all around.

The weekend before that was Kim and Keith's wedding. It was beautiful. Kim looked amazing, the bridesmaids were beautiful, Keith was as adorable as ever, the food was great. Oh man, I totally embarrassed myself, though. The cocktail session was in a wine cellar, so I had a glass of wine in one hand, and a plate of delicious appetizers (including caviar! I don't think I've ever had caviar, but my grandpa had been raving about it the last time I saw him, for some reason), that I had managed to score after many excruciating minutes of maneuvering through the crowd, in the other. I was hungry. "Do you think I can balance this atop my wine glass?" I asked Jeff. "No," he said. "That is a bad idea," he continued. "I recommend against it," he cautioned. I tried anyway, and the plate fell to the concrete floor and shattered and all my appetizers were gone and everyone looked at me. Oh well.

Oh man, also the priest was the most entertaining wedding-er I've ever seen. Remind me to do an impression of him next time we hang out.

The day before the wedding was the Memorial Day BBQ at the Manse, and I had a great time at that, too.

The weekend before that was my brother's graduation. I'm very proud of him! And he got an BFA, isn't that exciting? I got a BS and he got a BFA because we are just so very, very interesting, and BAs are not good enough for us. Actually he had no idea what he was getting until we told him.

Here is a picture of Sean looking off into his future as a college gagaua graduate:

The Wednesday before that we went to see Star Wars, but I already told you about that. You guys, they never even took our tickets! I still have mine, unripped! Jeez.

The weekend before that was Kim's Bachelorette Party, and that's the last time we sat down and had a nice talk like this, so you're all caught up now. Here are a couple photos:

This weekend (today after work, actually) we're going to Gaian Mind and I'm excited. I figure it's sort of like Bonnaroo Lite. We'll be camping! And staying up late! And drinking! And smoking weed outside!! (My favorite thing ever!) I bought a new hat. And it'll be my first >105mile trip for my car! Baby's all growed up.

Have a good weekend, everybody! If this post is too long and you want me to cut it, just let me know, my feelings won't be hurt.


Jul. 22nd, 2002 10:38 am
littlewashu: (Default)
I want to eat all the time. Constantly. I want to be eating right now. A few seconds ago I read some girl's journal in which she said she was eating a lot of cheese and mustard sandwiches lately; I want a cheese and mustard sandwich. Just now I went to Dave Barry's page and read the word "spam", and now I want some ham.

I am tired, so so tired. What a busy weekend. Wonderful, but busy, and not too relaxing.

Friday night we hung out at The House, and Hal, the man of the coming hour, on his last night of freedom, chose to play Taboo. Dave and Mitch and I kicked his motherloving ass. Neither his best man nor his best man's wife could stop us. They put up a good fight -- they even dragged us into overtime the second game, and eventually beat us -- but man, we fucking routed them that last, tie-breaking game. Rock. I love me a Taboo buzzer.

Eventually everyone went home, but Mitch and I stayed up until four in the morning, for some reason. I don't even remember what we were doing. Playing video games, I guess? Must have been some SSX Tricky, anything less interactive and I think I'd have fallen asleep.

Saturday was the big day. I got ready and stuff all in time (though I didn't know that six-thirty actually MEANS six-thirty at a wedding. Oops! My mom would have schooled me. But I didn't miss anything.) and got my ass down to the wedding. The ceremony was short and sweet. It was a little hard to hear, but it looked gorgeous, and I heard them mention "destiny" and "love" a few times, so that sounded all right to me. When they were introduced to the reception, Hal burst through the doors to "Welcome to the Jungle," with Gina trown over his shoulder, which was, of course, perfect.

Kelly and Dave both made excellent toasts. Man, my friends are making toasts. Isn't that weird? I have a bunch of cousins, so I've been to about seven or so weddings so far, but this was my first wedding where I know and love the bride and groom as my own. It was surreal, but really also quite wonderful. I even almost got choked up a few times, even though -- I mean what is there to be sad about, right? Hal and Gina are going to be pretty much the same to me . . . I think they're going to be happy together forever, I really do. I almost take it for granted, because they're such a given. Gina is a big ol' ball of energy, and likes to get into fights when she's drunk; Hal's lazy and crass; but goddamn if they don't love each other so hard. They're both kind, and creative, and strong, and independent, and funny, and ready to have a good time. They're not one of those crappy couples that's totally inseparable, but they're also not one of those weird couples who don't spend enough time together. They never speak badly of one another, not ever. They love spending time together, but they also don't have to. all the time. That's so . . . that's so wonderful and important and rare.

Man, you should have seen Gina yesterday. I saw her in the morning, and then again in the evening; she was just so happy. It made me smile, I couldn't help it. She just emanated happiness, radiated it. In her cute white morning-after-my-wedding dress.

So the wedding! The wedding. The food omigod was SO GOOD. The drinks were weak, but that maybe was a good thing, because I was able to drive to the hotel after. Everybody looked FABULOUS. The bridesmaids dresses were GORGEOUS! No, no, I'm totally serious, they were! And the boys looked so spiffy in their tuxedos.

After the reception we headed to the hotel. I passed out shortly afterward. Sunday I went to the company picnic, I rode in a paddleboat, and the hamburgers there were au jus (I didn't know hamburgers were ever au jus) and therefore SO GOOD that I had two. Also corn on the cob, and ice cream.

Last night Hal and Gina came over and we all watched the video. I was glad to see some of the entrances from a better angle. I was not able to watch myself DANCE for too long. I already know that I don't look cool when I'm dancing. I try real hard to forget that fact, so that I can dance. Guh.

I am SO hungry right now. Mmm, hamburgers au jus. My tea tasted funny this morning, so I didn't drink much of it. I'm dyin' over here. When's lunch?

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