It's good to crash wedding receptions... especially when being paid.
I have been thoroughly oriented. Overly oriented. But I have conquered and completed U of M orientation!
I went water skiing.
I went to a loverly wedding reception Friday with lots of friends old and new.
I went to a loverly wedding reception Saturday with Joan Wolfe, and we didn't know anyone AT ALL including bride and groom. We were supposed to watch the kids, but the kids didn't really need watching. We blew bubbles and danced (no one else danced), we met a southern gentleman in a seer sucker suit with a hat and crazy sideburns. We did the dishes. We got paid a lot.
Joan and I drove to Azitas where we spent the night. We dressed Azita in middle eastern clothing while she was on the phone, toasted marshmallows over the stove, drank persian tea from a Russian kettle, watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show, went swimming at about 2:00 a.m, adventured (sopping wet) to Meijer to buy some cake mix, and finally went to sleep.
We were discussing Baba Yaga (cannibalistic witch who lives in a hut with chicken legs), and trying to figure out where the story originated. I guessed Russian, and then said "or maybe Yugoslavian... or Ukraine..." When we looked it up on google, google listed Russia, Yugoslavia, and Ukraine as the countries from which the story came. I AM AWESOME!
I'm actually looking forward to work tomorrow. I'm pretty pumped. It's been a while.
I went water skiing.
I went to a loverly wedding reception Friday with lots of friends old and new.
I went to a loverly wedding reception Saturday with Joan Wolfe, and we didn't know anyone AT ALL including bride and groom. We were supposed to watch the kids, but the kids didn't really need watching. We blew bubbles and danced (no one else danced), we met a southern gentleman in a seer sucker suit with a hat and crazy sideburns. We did the dishes. We got paid a lot.
Joan and I drove to Azitas where we spent the night. We dressed Azita in middle eastern clothing while she was on the phone, toasted marshmallows over the stove, drank persian tea from a Russian kettle, watched the Rocky Horror Picture Show, went swimming at about 2:00 a.m, adventured (sopping wet) to Meijer to buy some cake mix, and finally went to sleep.
We were discussing Baba Yaga (cannibalistic witch who lives in a hut with chicken legs), and trying to figure out where the story originated. I guessed Russian, and then said "or maybe Yugoslavian... or Ukraine..." When we looked it up on google, google listed Russia, Yugoslavia, and Ukraine as the countries from which the story came. I AM AWESOME!
I'm actually looking forward to work tomorrow. I'm pretty pumped. It's been a while.