Ya Gotta Love The Chicago Fire Of 1871
Where do I even start? Well, I guess this weekend is a decent jump-off point...
Friday night I finally got a dining room table (I am such a minimalist sometimes). I put it together pretty quickly. It looks great. Now I have to fine just the right quirky chairs to go with it. By the time I finish decorating my apartment, my lease will be up.
Saturday seemed to be all about the wedding. I feel like everything I did was in effort for the wedding: I went to Target to get a gift for the wedding where the power went out (lovely); I showered and did my hair for the wedding; I got dressed in my newest ensemble for the wedding; I then drove for an hour to meet my escort, Cuz for the wedding. It was quite a day.
It was a beautiful, outdoor wedding. A modest 75 guests gathered on the lawn of the golf club with the sun shining brightly as the bride and groom exchanged vows. Watching two of the most normal, down-to-earth people I know marry each other really touched my heart. It was as though, for a brief moment in time, none of the drama surrounding this gathering even existed -- we were all truly there simply to honor the covenant. But enough about that, 'cause there was drama...
All of my favorites were there -- Anderson & the new wifey, The Marine, Red N' Blue, and a few others. Even some of my not-so-favorites were there. It was good to see everyone. The Vixen was there too. She acted just like the person I've always known her to be. Here's something I don't understand: If I tell an acquaintance that I maybe "don't care" for a certain person (e.g. The Vixen) when they've asked me if I "hate" or "don't like" said person, then why does it always seem to be followed by "Well, I think (insert said person's name) doesn't think that you like her/him"? Like, I'm the bad one because that person acts like a snot toward me and I then decide to avoid being around them whenever possible? What gives? At least when I don't enjoy someone's company I don't outwardly show how little I enjoy their company. I move along. Why has there ever been this societal pressure to subject ourselves to people that have a negative aura? Unless it's business related and/or of great public interest (i.e. where royalty is concerned), why do people go out of their way to form relationships with those who behave like knaves? It is beyond me.
Anywho, Red N' Blue was there. Boy, was that a blast from the past! He was misbehaving as usual. It was a little awkward for a while with everyone clustered together in separate corners of the room. Since I don't work with them anymore I don't fit in, not that I ever did. I'm just a loner. It's who I am. It's what I do. I danced and talked to everyone I would normally talk to. It was a good party. I've never seen the bride & groom happier.
Later on we retreated to a local bar. I danced with pretty much everyone including Cuz and Red N' Blue. Cuz has a surprising amount of rhythm. I miss the simple nonsense of college bars; catfights, guys w/ liquid courage, awkward group-dancing, body shots, the best DJs, and bars within walking distance of restaurants. Why can't everything be that simple? Why? Because no one's liver could survive such a thing. That's why.
Aside from being groped more than I've ever been groped before, I had a good time. The last 6 of us from the wedding party including the bride and groom got some late-night slices at my favorite after-party pizza place. I love hanging with the cops and just owning every place we go. It's a magical world where there are no door covers, free drinks, and self-serve kitchens. I don't know how it works, but I like it.
I drove Cuz home and we sat in the car talking for an hour or so. Against my better judgement, I drove home after that with the sun following me the whole way. I stopped at a gas station/McDonald's combination in search of caffine. The gas station attendants seemed to notice the look of yesterday on my face as they waved me off with a free coffee. By the time I got home, I couldn't even see straight. I slept right through Father's Day brunch time. I eventually got up and readied myself for Father's Day super late lunch or super early dinner, whichever way you wanna look at it.
My parents travel the furthest distance to do the most inane things. So, of course we ended up 45 minutes away at Rainforest Cafe. Whatever. It's what dad wanted. I partially blame myself, as I was wearing a full-length zebra print maxi dress. I blended right in to the scenery. The food was mediocre, but at least the waitress was nice.
The rest of the day was quite lazy. I think I'm still catching up to myself even as I type this entry.
Yesterday, I applied to more jobs. I've officially been exiled to another wing of my office. My job duties will change entirely. I can't help but to view this as punishment. I'm being moved away from all of the people that I know and from the job I signed up for. Can't wait until something better comes through.
Friday night I finally got a dining room table (I am such a minimalist sometimes). I put it together pretty quickly. It looks great. Now I have to fine just the right quirky chairs to go with it. By the time I finish decorating my apartment, my lease will be up.
Saturday seemed to be all about the wedding. I feel like everything I did was in effort for the wedding: I went to Target to get a gift for the wedding where the power went out (lovely); I showered and did my hair for the wedding; I got dressed in my newest ensemble for the wedding; I then drove for an hour to meet my escort, Cuz for the wedding. It was quite a day.
It was a beautiful, outdoor wedding. A modest 75 guests gathered on the lawn of the golf club with the sun shining brightly as the bride and groom exchanged vows. Watching two of the most normal, down-to-earth people I know marry each other really touched my heart. It was as though, for a brief moment in time, none of the drama surrounding this gathering even existed -- we were all truly there simply to honor the covenant. But enough about that, 'cause there was drama...
All of my favorites were there -- Anderson & the new wifey, The Marine, Red N' Blue, and a few others. Even some of my not-so-favorites were there. It was good to see everyone. The Vixen was there too. She acted just like the person I've always known her to be. Here's something I don't understand: If I tell an acquaintance that I maybe "don't care" for a certain person (e.g. The Vixen) when they've asked me if I "hate" or "don't like" said person, then why does it always seem to be followed by "Well, I think (insert said person's name) doesn't think that you like her/him"? Like, I'm the bad one because that person acts like a snot toward me and I then decide to avoid being around them whenever possible? What gives? At least when I don't enjoy someone's company I don't outwardly show how little I enjoy their company. I move along. Why has there ever been this societal pressure to subject ourselves to people that have a negative aura? Unless it's business related and/or of great public interest (i.e. where royalty is concerned), why do people go out of their way to form relationships with those who behave like knaves? It is beyond me.
Anywho, Red N' Blue was there. Boy, was that a blast from the past! He was misbehaving as usual. It was a little awkward for a while with everyone clustered together in separate corners of the room. Since I don't work with them anymore I don't fit in, not that I ever did. I'm just a loner. It's who I am. It's what I do. I danced and talked to everyone I would normally talk to. It was a good party. I've never seen the bride & groom happier.
Later on we retreated to a local bar. I danced with pretty much everyone including Cuz and Red N' Blue. Cuz has a surprising amount of rhythm. I miss the simple nonsense of college bars; catfights, guys w/ liquid courage, awkward group-dancing, body shots, the best DJs, and bars within walking distance of restaurants. Why can't everything be that simple? Why? Because no one's liver could survive such a thing. That's why.
Aside from being groped more than I've ever been groped before, I had a good time. The last 6 of us from the wedding party including the bride and groom got some late-night slices at my favorite after-party pizza place. I love hanging with the cops and just owning every place we go. It's a magical world where there are no door covers, free drinks, and self-serve kitchens. I don't know how it works, but I like it.
I drove Cuz home and we sat in the car talking for an hour or so. Against my better judgement, I drove home after that with the sun following me the whole way. I stopped at a gas station/McDonald's combination in search of caffine. The gas station attendants seemed to notice the look of yesterday on my face as they waved me off with a free coffee. By the time I got home, I couldn't even see straight. I slept right through Father's Day brunch time. I eventually got up and readied myself for Father's Day super late lunch or super early dinner, whichever way you wanna look at it.
My parents travel the furthest distance to do the most inane things. So, of course we ended up 45 minutes away at Rainforest Cafe. Whatever. It's what dad wanted. I partially blame myself, as I was wearing a full-length zebra print maxi dress. I blended right in to the scenery. The food was mediocre, but at least the waitress was nice.
The rest of the day was quite lazy. I think I'm still catching up to myself even as I type this entry.
Yesterday, I applied to more jobs. I've officially been exiled to another wing of my office. My job duties will change entirely. I can't help but to view this as punishment. I'm being moved away from all of the people that I know and from the job I signed up for. Can't wait until something better comes through.