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[mood| 
sick]
[music| Southern Comfort//Shooter Jennings]
Ungh. Nauseous, achy, sooo tired. Well, more tired now than anything else. I took a long nap this afternoon, and when I woke up, I felt less sick, but more tired. Yeah, that works. I actually called in sick to work yesterday and today. I feel kind of bad. Yesterday I only missed a 4 hour shift. But today I was schedule for 9-5, and I know we're busy.
So, on to the fun stuff.
My cousin dressed as a pirate for his wedding. A pirate. Complete with sword. I swear, I kid you not! He even grew out his hair down to his shoulders and it was all greasy-lookin (how I imagine a pirate's hair would have looked), and he grew facial hair. He had the boots that went up to his mid-calf, tan loose pants, a white shirt with ruffles on the end and a bit at the neckline (which was low, and the kind you tied up), and a green velvet jacket. And, of course, the sword was stuck in his sash.
Classic.
His wife (wow, that looks really funny) was dressed in such a pretty dress. Just a plain wedding dress; strapless, flowy as you went down with a bit of a train, with bits of gold flecks all over.
And the wedding was pot-luck. I swear, my aunt and uncle just don't want to spend any money, they're so cheap. It wasn't even a hall or anything, it was in this Christian youth ministries place. I don't think it would have been so bad, had it not looked like somebody's old, moldy living room. Complete with broken couches and chairs in the back, against a bookshelf (lots of Bibles) and boardgames.
So, me and my cousin got there over an hour late. My mother was nervous about me going by myself (Brother wasn't coming, he was camping, and Littlest Brother was going with my father), and my aunt didn't want my cousin to go by herself either, so they decided we'd go together. Which would have been fine, had she not decided she needed to go over a half-hour away to pick up a guy to bring with us. Because she couldn't just sit with me and her brother and shit. And she took the most ass-backward way to get there and then the worst way to get to the town where the wedding was. I really wish I had just gone by myself. Oh, and her boy didn't say two words to me. Really, I'm not exaggerating. I asked his name. "Mikey." And...that was it. Got a weird vibe from him.
Most of the food was gone by the time we got there. There was petrified baked ziti (which no Italian made, I can tell ya that much), some chicken nuggets from the Price Club or something, sausage and peppers (to which I could not find one pepper), and something that looked like eggplant. No alcohol. At all. Not even brand name soda, some stuff called Tango. And this grape punch that tasted like cough syrup.
One of my uncles actually smuggled in a bottle of vodka so they could get through the evening. Trying to make drinks under the table. Pretty funny.
My father was dancing really badly with some lady. Grabbing his ankle and swinging his leg back and forth. Just...horrible. I have no words. He actually went up to my cousin and said, right in front of me, yet totally ignoring me, "Check out the babe I'm dancin' with!" Asshole.
I felt so bad for Littlest Brother. I mean, he went with my father. And he got there on time, so he was sitting there just waiting for me. He actually called the house right after I left asking if I was still coming. Mother told him I had just left. He sounded so sad. And then I just hung out with him for the rest of the night. I gave him my cell so he could call my mom, 'cause his father won't let him. He sounded like he was about to cry while he was talking to her, he wanted to come home so bad.
Well, he didn't seem all that broken up when he punched some kid. Just some kid who had fallen dead asleep on one of the couches. I see him standing over the kid, rubbing his hands together. I call him over and ask if he knows him, to which the answer is no. So then, he runs over and punches the kid as hard as he can on the shoulder and then takes off! The kid popped up like a jack-in-the-box, and didn't know what the hell happened! It was really quite funny.
So that was the highlight of the evening. Besides my cousin and his wife smashing cake into each other's faces. I would've been so pissed had I been her. Thank God we didn't have to sit through a ceremony or anything. They actually got married out in Arkansas, where his wife is from. And it looked like they had a nice reception there with her family, and one here for his.
So, now I'm just sitting around the house. I don't much have the energy to do anything else besides sit here and watch Kathy Griffin. I might go to the movies tonight with Ingrid and her older brother, but we'll see how that goes.
Oh, does anybody know who sings "Walk the Line" in the new Levi's commercial? It's really pretty.
Oh, and Rescue Me last night? Poor Tommy. He just can't win. And I can't wait to see what's gonna happen with Probie next week! Poor kid. And what's going on with Franco's kid? Does Susan Sarandon still have her?
sick]
[music| Southern Comfort//Shooter Jennings]
Ungh. Nauseous, achy, sooo tired. Well, more tired now than anything else. I took a long nap this afternoon, and when I woke up, I felt less sick, but more tired. Yeah, that works. I actually called in sick to work yesterday and today. I feel kind of bad. Yesterday I only missed a 4 hour shift. But today I was schedule for 9-5, and I know we're busy.
So, on to the fun stuff.
My cousin dressed as a pirate for his wedding. A pirate. Complete with sword. I swear, I kid you not! He even grew out his hair down to his shoulders and it was all greasy-lookin (how I imagine a pirate's hair would have looked), and he grew facial hair. He had the boots that went up to his mid-calf, tan loose pants, a white shirt with ruffles on the end and a bit at the neckline (which was low, and the kind you tied up), and a green velvet jacket. And, of course, the sword was stuck in his sash.
Classic.
His wife (wow, that looks really funny) was dressed in such a pretty dress. Just a plain wedding dress; strapless, flowy as you went down with a bit of a train, with bits of gold flecks all over.
And the wedding was pot-luck. I swear, my aunt and uncle just don't want to spend any money, they're so cheap. It wasn't even a hall or anything, it was in this Christian youth ministries place. I don't think it would have been so bad, had it not looked like somebody's old, moldy living room. Complete with broken couches and chairs in the back, against a bookshelf (lots of Bibles) and boardgames.
So, me and my cousin got there over an hour late. My mother was nervous about me going by myself (Brother wasn't coming, he was camping, and Littlest Brother was going with my father), and my aunt didn't want my cousin to go by herself either, so they decided we'd go together. Which would have been fine, had she not decided she needed to go over a half-hour away to pick up a guy to bring with us. Because she couldn't just sit with me and her brother and shit. And she took the most ass-backward way to get there and then the worst way to get to the town where the wedding was. I really wish I had just gone by myself. Oh, and her boy didn't say two words to me. Really, I'm not exaggerating. I asked his name. "Mikey." And...that was it. Got a weird vibe from him.
Most of the food was gone by the time we got there. There was petrified baked ziti (which no Italian made, I can tell ya that much), some chicken nuggets from the Price Club or something, sausage and peppers (to which I could not find one pepper), and something that looked like eggplant. No alcohol. At all. Not even brand name soda, some stuff called Tango. And this grape punch that tasted like cough syrup.
One of my uncles actually smuggled in a bottle of vodka so they could get through the evening. Trying to make drinks under the table. Pretty funny.
My father was dancing really badly with some lady. Grabbing his ankle and swinging his leg back and forth. Just...horrible. I have no words. He actually went up to my cousin and said, right in front of me, yet totally ignoring me, "Check out the babe I'm dancin' with!" Asshole.
I felt so bad for Littlest Brother. I mean, he went with my father. And he got there on time, so he was sitting there just waiting for me. He actually called the house right after I left asking if I was still coming. Mother told him I had just left. He sounded so sad. And then I just hung out with him for the rest of the night. I gave him my cell so he could call my mom, 'cause his father won't let him. He sounded like he was about to cry while he was talking to her, he wanted to come home so bad.
Well, he didn't seem all that broken up when he punched some kid. Just some kid who had fallen dead asleep on one of the couches. I see him standing over the kid, rubbing his hands together. I call him over and ask if he knows him, to which the answer is no. So then, he runs over and punches the kid as hard as he can on the shoulder and then takes off! The kid popped up like a jack-in-the-box, and didn't know what the hell happened! It was really quite funny.
So that was the highlight of the evening. Besides my cousin and his wife smashing cake into each other's faces. I would've been so pissed had I been her. Thank God we didn't have to sit through a ceremony or anything. They actually got married out in Arkansas, where his wife is from. And it looked like they had a nice reception there with her family, and one here for his.
So, now I'm just sitting around the house. I don't much have the energy to do anything else besides sit here and watch Kathy Griffin. I might go to the movies tonight with Ingrid and her older brother, but we'll see how that goes.
Oh, does anybody know who sings "Walk the Line" in the new Levi's commercial? It's really pretty.
Oh, and Rescue Me last night? Poor Tommy. He just can't win. And I can't wait to see what's gonna happen with Probie next week! Poor kid. And what's going on with Franco's kid? Does Susan Sarandon still have her?