update
basically, my aunt's wedding was great. we had to be there friday fot the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner, then saturday was a party for both families at my grandparents' house, and sunday was the wedding.
disclaimer: Hope P.V. Bowman: i never want to hear a word about this out of your mouth or hear that you spoke a word about it. thanks.
so,
the reason it didn't suck hard ass to be in charlottesville with my big annoying italian family to celebrate my aunt's second marriage was that the groom's brother(best man) was cute as a button and kept me company saturday and sunday. we hit it off amazingly well and he kept telling me i was beautiful
which, if you're wondering, i'm never opposed to hearing. i'm totally vain and i like to be indulged.
but anyway, so it was great and we were basically in our own little world but the thing is....
he's 33, divorced, and has three kids. i know i know. spare me.
by sunday at the reception, when i was full of champagne and we were busy flirting and ignoring everyone else, my parents had caught wind of the situation and my dad started tailing me. the plan (secret plan) was for nils (it's pronounced neils) and i to duck out and go back to fredericksburg since his plane didn't leave til today. but my dad was seriously onto me and i ended up having a very short, crappy goodbye with a confused, disappointed nils and i still feel a little bad about it.
but mostly, i feel good. because i got hit on for two straight days, no strings attached.
AND i love it when weird stereotypical things happen to me and getting hit on by a groomsman at a wedding party pretty much takes the proverbial (excuse the pun) cake.
i'm confused right now.
classes were good today. the house is fun. the boys mowed the lawn shirtless today. we went to fatty's on the water for dinner. it's gonna be a ok here.
later!
disclaimer: Hope P.V. Bowman: i never want to hear a word about this out of your mouth or hear that you spoke a word about it. thanks.
so,
the reason it didn't suck hard ass to be in charlottesville with my big annoying italian family to celebrate my aunt's second marriage was that the groom's brother(best man) was cute as a button and kept me company saturday and sunday. we hit it off amazingly well and he kept telling me i was beautiful
which, if you're wondering, i'm never opposed to hearing. i'm totally vain and i like to be indulged.
but anyway, so it was great and we were basically in our own little world but the thing is....
he's 33, divorced, and has three kids. i know i know. spare me.
by sunday at the reception, when i was full of champagne and we were busy flirting and ignoring everyone else, my parents had caught wind of the situation and my dad started tailing me. the plan (secret plan) was for nils (it's pronounced neils) and i to duck out and go back to fredericksburg since his plane didn't leave til today. but my dad was seriously onto me and i ended up having a very short, crappy goodbye with a confused, disappointed nils and i still feel a little bad about it.
but mostly, i feel good. because i got hit on for two straight days, no strings attached.
AND i love it when weird stereotypical things happen to me and getting hit on by a groomsman at a wedding party pretty much takes the proverbial (excuse the pun) cake.
i'm confused right now.
classes were good today. the house is fun. the boys mowed the lawn shirtless today. we went to fatty's on the water for dinner. it's gonna be a ok here.
later!