xposted to adiml
Greetings.
I'm Amanda, 23, from Columbia, South Carolina.
On this day I went to Charleston, SC, to attend a cocktail party-themed wedding shower for a good friend of mine.
40 pictures total.
Captions are above the pictures.
Goooood morning! The sun is absurdly bright.
Since becoming a grown up, I have lost my ability to sleep in, no matter how late I stay up.
Put on a pair of my boyfriend's rejected boxers (his mom bought them and he said they looked too fruity).
Go downstairs first thing, because I miraculously remembered that I needed to get my iPod out of my car so I could charge it up before my trip.
The squirrel I engaged to guard my car is on the alert. He reports that there was no unusual activity during the night.
Success! I must confess that after getting this thing, I still have no idea how to use it beyond playing music in my car. :(
Next order of business is to check what time the game starts today in case it affects when I leave or return. I had thought for some reason that it started at noon.
I try to artfully shove tissue paper into my gift bag, but it just looks horrible and stupid. I got the bride-to-be really pretty napkins.
I give up. I'll make my sister do it later.
Watch TV. I love commercials for gadgets that look neat but probably don't work.
Yup. I'm really thrilled.
Since there's absolutely nothing on, I go to HBO on Demand and watch Shrek.
I eat the last of my favorite cereal in the whole wide world, Honey Bunches of Oats with strawberies. That ginormous textbook is my roommate's; she's a resident fresh out of med school.
After Shrek is over I decide I ought to shower.
I've arranged to be at my sister's house at 2 so she can do my hair and makeup before I leave, so I've got plenty of time.
Post-shower crazy hair. Aw, I didn't notice until I really looked at this pic that my glasses are crooked. :(
Post-blow dry. I think I was watching Spongebob when I took this, hence the glazed eyes.
My beautiful cocktail dress! I still feel like crying when I think about how much I spent on it...
Gather up all the stuff I'll need and get it ready.
Then I read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Canadian edition) until it's time to leave. They say "taking the mickey" a lot, and I still have no idea what that means despite trying to use context clues. Maybe someone can enlighten me?
As 2 rolls around, I notice that the DND are getting ready to tailgate. DND stands for Douchebags Next Door. Thanks to them brilliantly parking their giant truck in the driveway instead of on the street, I have to do a 60 point turn to squeeze out. Of course they don't apologize or anything, they just stare.
As soon as I arrive, my sister Amy and her roommate Melissa get to work. This is before Melissa gets started. I look like an absolute cow.
SISTER POWER!!!! Wow, both of our smiles are so fake...
Concealer...or something. I don't know, I never wear makeup.
This is a really odd picture of me, and I also look incredibly like my mother.
Eyeshadow and junk.
Finished! Except for mascara.
After my hair is straightened and product-ed to death. My boyfriend later said that I looked like a hooker. Our relationship thrives on insults.
I meant to leave at 2:30 to give myself ample time in case I got lost, but becoming presentable took a lot longer than I anticipated. I don't understand how some women do that every single day.
This is what my trip consists of. I-26 is quite possibly the most boring interstate in the country.
The apartment complex where the shower was held. Not sure what they were doing, but I tripped over a traffic cone on the way up. :'(
See? Right on time. I actually ended up being the first person there.
During the shower I didn't take too many pictures because I only knew Sara, the bride-to-be. The older woman is her fiance's mom. She was extremely old-school Southern and intimidated me a little bit.
I coveted those champagne glasses. They were so pretty!
A picture of me and Sara. I miss her. :'( She works in Winston-Salem, NC, and this is the first time I've seen her since the spring of 2008.
Our very gracious hostess, Nishita, and Sara. Nishita made a lot of the food from scratch. Her hummus was amazing.
Thankfully we don't play any stupid games. We just chat and catch up on everything, and the older ladies present give us good marriage advice. Somehow 5 hours whiz(z?) by and I leave at this time.
An hour and a half later, I get home, immediately take a shower to get all the gunk out of my hair and off my face, read for a few minutes, and then go to bed. I'm exhausted.
Fake sleeping picture! I kept laughing, and then kept laughing more that I was laughing alone in my house at 1:30 in the morning. :/
