they're hitched! i'm snockered!
we had a drink before the wedding. and then, during the wedding, while the pastor was misinterpreting the sh'ma, I was like I SHOULD HAVE HAD ANOTHER MARTINI BEFORE THIS. and then the pastor got into gender roles within marriage and I was like WHERE IS THE MARTINI I HAVE EARNED WITH MY SILENCE. and then, after the wedding, at the reception, my dad got me another "martini" at the cash bar that was a wine glass full of gin with olives. yeahhhhhhh Texas!
the wedding happened. Mom of Groom (MoG) looked amazing. I looked pretty damn good, for the record. and I was appropriate and nice and as charming as I could be, you know, for me. and I only dropped the f bomb once when the organ came on and "here comes the bride" came RIPPING out of the speakers, I muttered under my breath "stand the fuck up, people, this is businesss". which it WAS. and then we adjourned to the reception where I got my wine glass full of gin.
ANYWAY. I made sure MoG had a glass full of wine and food and whatever she needed. and then I taught the apache dance to her husband's nieces. minus the lifts. oh, and our friend C (my mom's age) may have shown up in skin tight leopard print? I CAN'T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE.
I love you alllllll.
PS: I just want to say that I'm working on Teufelshunde, etc., and it's not like I've forgotten about writing and all that, but life got in the way and then my brain got in the way. I haven't blown anything off. it's just taking much longer than I thought.
the wedding happened. Mom of Groom (MoG) looked amazing. I looked pretty damn good, for the record. and I was appropriate and nice and as charming as I could be, you know, for me. and I only dropped the f bomb once when the organ came on and "here comes the bride" came RIPPING out of the speakers, I muttered under my breath "stand the fuck up, people, this is businesss". which it WAS. and then we adjourned to the reception where I got my wine glass full of gin.
ANYWAY. I made sure MoG had a glass full of wine and food and whatever she needed. and then I taught the apache dance to her husband's nieces. minus the lifts. oh, and our friend C (my mom's age) may have shown up in skin tight leopard print? I CAN'T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE.
I love you alllllll.
PS: I just want to say that I'm working on Teufelshunde, etc., and it's not like I've forgotten about writing and all that, but life got in the way and then my brain got in the way. I haven't blown anything off. it's just taking much longer than I thought.