Not so slack?
So, I've been working lately, going in at the morning, soldering wires and things, going home in the afternoon, and it feels like I haven't had much time to just chill out and rest. You know that thing where once you start getting busy, it just doesn't stop? It feels like that, and me being me, who used to be pretty much a complete tortoise of a person, it's pretty weird.
Saturday I grabbed Paul and Gary, went into town, shopping (and fixing my suit, it was too tight across the shoulders), bought a mothers day present, a wedding present, then a SATA hard drive and DVD writer and spent the rest of the day monkeying with hardware and installing Windows Vista (got hooked up with a copy for that thing where I played games in the shop window of Whitcoulls on Queen Street the entire week). Sunday morning, I go over early to Pauls and hang out with him and Gary, generally keeping the groom entertained we were.
All this time I'm writing down in a notepad the speech that I'd already more or less formulated in my head but not put onto paper.
Paul gets married, we spend an hour or two wandering around Mystery Creek getting photos taken (maybe I'll post some, mmmmayyyybe I won't - been so long since I posted photos, I dunno what I'd do for a host). We then do the reception thing in the hall nearby. I give my speech, it's not bad. (maybe I'll scan the scribbled notes of what I wrote, but I prrrrobably won't) I started off with a gag, I opened the fortune cookie that was at my seat read aloud "your speech will not go well" and sigh. I then tell them about the time I stuck a buttercup up Pauls nose in our much earlier years. Kareena gives a speech also, I envy the incredible composure she keeps during her delivery.
They then do a tea ceremony, Chinese tradition, I think the newlyweds serves tea to other family members which are also married, and get given red packets (which contain money, cha-ching). Finally the formalities are over. Two tables of Chinese relatives arrive - seems rude, and it sort of is, but as explained, the church ceremony is more or less meaningless to them... I dunno. In any case, the punchline is that Paul is sort of relieved, because they're late enough to have missed the tea ceremony, which if they had been present for, would have dragged out even longer.
After a day of joking (and threatening) about the throwing of the garterbelt, Paul sneakily takes the garterbelt off Angela and catches me unawares, throwing the garterbelt at my face. Thinking I'm being assaulted by a collection of whiteish blueish flowers, my ninja reflexes kick in and catch it. Soon afterwards, the horror of what has just occurred sets in.
I drive the wedding car, getting the newlyweds to a hotel and Kareena home. At the hotel, Paul demands I get out of the car. He thanks me and gives me a man-hug, I congratulate him and tell the couple not to stay up too late.
Monday, I wake up and go to my other job, which is going up to Auckland and hassling the Microsoft people. Get a sneak peak of the Halo 3 beta coming out in a few days which is currently in the friends-and-family state. We then go to Soft Print Interactive (now calling themselves SPI), to talk to the Nintendo distributor in New Zealand. I got a copy of Picross for the DS, which I think is pretty neat.
And with this, a quick but long post before work, I become unnudgable for another week (or whatever).
Saturday I grabbed Paul and Gary, went into town, shopping (and fixing my suit, it was too tight across the shoulders), bought a mothers day present, a wedding present, then a SATA hard drive and DVD writer and spent the rest of the day monkeying with hardware and installing Windows Vista (got hooked up with a copy for that thing where I played games in the shop window of Whitcoulls on Queen Street the entire week). Sunday morning, I go over early to Pauls and hang out with him and Gary, generally keeping the groom entertained we were.
All this time I'm writing down in a notepad the speech that I'd already more or less formulated in my head but not put onto paper.
Paul gets married, we spend an hour or two wandering around Mystery Creek getting photos taken (maybe I'll post some, mmmmayyyybe I won't - been so long since I posted photos, I dunno what I'd do for a host). We then do the reception thing in the hall nearby. I give my speech, it's not bad. (maybe I'll scan the scribbled notes of what I wrote, but I prrrrobably won't) I started off with a gag, I opened the fortune cookie that was at my seat read aloud "your speech will not go well" and sigh. I then tell them about the time I stuck a buttercup up Pauls nose in our much earlier years. Kareena gives a speech also, I envy the incredible composure she keeps during her delivery.
They then do a tea ceremony, Chinese tradition, I think the newlyweds serves tea to other family members which are also married, and get given red packets (which contain money, cha-ching). Finally the formalities are over. Two tables of Chinese relatives arrive - seems rude, and it sort of is, but as explained, the church ceremony is more or less meaningless to them... I dunno. In any case, the punchline is that Paul is sort of relieved, because they're late enough to have missed the tea ceremony, which if they had been present for, would have dragged out even longer.
After a day of joking (and threatening) about the throwing of the garterbelt, Paul sneakily takes the garterbelt off Angela and catches me unawares, throwing the garterbelt at my face. Thinking I'm being assaulted by a collection of whiteish blueish flowers, my ninja reflexes kick in and catch it. Soon afterwards, the horror of what has just occurred sets in.
I drive the wedding car, getting the newlyweds to a hotel and Kareena home. At the hotel, Paul demands I get out of the car. He thanks me and gives me a man-hug, I congratulate him and tell the couple not to stay up too late.
Monday, I wake up and go to my other job, which is going up to Auckland and hassling the Microsoft people. Get a sneak peak of the Halo 3 beta coming out in a few days which is currently in the friends-and-family state. We then go to Soft Print Interactive (now calling themselves SPI), to talk to the Nintendo distributor in New Zealand. I got a copy of Picross for the DS, which I think is pretty neat.
And with this, a quick but long post before work, I become unnudgable for another week (or whatever).