The Big Crapple
So lotsa updates, I 'spose.
Went to Renn Faire with Bernice, the kids, Gypsy, her hubby, and a pile of other folks. For the most part, we split up and did our own things, but everyone had a BLAST (I may try to get pics on here). The kids were psyched, we got Bernice into a low cut dress, and I managed not to spend the usual, retarded amount of money that I usually do. The kids already want to go again. The rest of the week was bliss. I had much time off work, and I spent most of it doing nothing or hanging out with Bernice.
And Jimu, if you are reading this, I need to add an addendum to your letter to the creators of heroine and crack in regards to Sims 3. You were right. You were absolutely right.
Now, to explain the header. My week ended with a blitzkreig trip to Long Island, New York, in order to go to my cousin Jason's wedding. I don't talk to the guy enough, but he is one of my favorite cousins, so I couldn't miss it. The flight was nice, but the weather sucked, the driving sucked, there were small bits of family drama, mostly concerning my Aunt and her brother, which sucked, and then I was a luggage bitch/wheelchair man (do NOT get me started there)/driver, which sucked. It was good to see old family again, but for the most part, it sucked. On brighter notes, I got to see the ocean, and holy shit those people out there can party.
About that party, at Jason's wedding reception, I don't think I've ever seen that much food. It started off with a cocktail hour in a gigantic room with ordeurves. By ordeurves, I mean a room that had buffet tables on three sides, two bars, and a round buffet table in the middle. There was EVERYTHING. All kinds of meats, cheeses, seafood (whole boiled lobsters. As an ordeurve. I shit you not), pasta, bread, fruit, veggies, shishkebabs, pierogi, you name it. I had to remind myself that this wasn't even the wedding meal yet. It was also the first and last time that I tried oysters. After that, it was into the main reception hall for more food, and hour of dancing, then salads, then dancing, then another appetizer, then dancing, then the main dish, then traditional wedding stuff and dancing. Did I mention I was drinking this whole time (I even taught the bartender how to make Irish Funerals), but given the amount of grub around, I was hardly phased? Then came desert time, and everyone thought "Oh okay, coffee and wedding cake!". Nooooooooo. They wheeled out two gigantic tables, one which had damn near every kind of desert you can think of, from ice cream, to cakes, to creme brule (my favorite), to candied bananas, and then another table which had all sorts of stuff that you could dip in a 3 foot high chocolate fondue fountain. All of the kids that were present went apeshit. They also had a popcorn machine and a cotton candy machine. All I could say was "Holy shit". Even the next morning, my cousin arranged with our hotel that all wedding guests staying there got a free breakfast buffet (I only had a slice of cantelope. Was all I could fit!). I think I had a food hangover. Several other people had regular hangovers. But holy shit, it was a party.
Other than that, it's business as usual. Batman Arkham Asylum kicks ass, and is further impeding my job and certification efforts (using efforts as of late as a very loose term).
Went to Renn Faire with Bernice, the kids, Gypsy, her hubby, and a pile of other folks. For the most part, we split up and did our own things, but everyone had a BLAST (I may try to get pics on here). The kids were psyched, we got Bernice into a low cut dress, and I managed not to spend the usual, retarded amount of money that I usually do. The kids already want to go again. The rest of the week was bliss. I had much time off work, and I spent most of it doing nothing or hanging out with Bernice.
And Jimu, if you are reading this, I need to add an addendum to your letter to the creators of heroine and crack in regards to Sims 3. You were right. You were absolutely right.
Now, to explain the header. My week ended with a blitzkreig trip to Long Island, New York, in order to go to my cousin Jason's wedding. I don't talk to the guy enough, but he is one of my favorite cousins, so I couldn't miss it. The flight was nice, but the weather sucked, the driving sucked, there were small bits of family drama, mostly concerning my Aunt and her brother, which sucked, and then I was a luggage bitch/wheelchair man (do NOT get me started there)/driver, which sucked. It was good to see old family again, but for the most part, it sucked. On brighter notes, I got to see the ocean, and holy shit those people out there can party.
About that party, at Jason's wedding reception, I don't think I've ever seen that much food. It started off with a cocktail hour in a gigantic room with ordeurves. By ordeurves, I mean a room that had buffet tables on three sides, two bars, and a round buffet table in the middle. There was EVERYTHING. All kinds of meats, cheeses, seafood (whole boiled lobsters. As an ordeurve. I shit you not), pasta, bread, fruit, veggies, shishkebabs, pierogi, you name it. I had to remind myself that this wasn't even the wedding meal yet. It was also the first and last time that I tried oysters. After that, it was into the main reception hall for more food, and hour of dancing, then salads, then dancing, then another appetizer, then dancing, then the main dish, then traditional wedding stuff and dancing. Did I mention I was drinking this whole time (I even taught the bartender how to make Irish Funerals), but given the amount of grub around, I was hardly phased? Then came desert time, and everyone thought "Oh okay, coffee and wedding cake!". Nooooooooo. They wheeled out two gigantic tables, one which had damn near every kind of desert you can think of, from ice cream, to cakes, to creme brule (my favorite), to candied bananas, and then another table which had all sorts of stuff that you could dip in a 3 foot high chocolate fondue fountain. All of the kids that were present went apeshit. They also had a popcorn machine and a cotton candy machine. All I could say was "Holy shit". Even the next morning, my cousin arranged with our hotel that all wedding guests staying there got a free breakfast buffet (I only had a slice of cantelope. Was all I could fit!). I think I had a food hangover. Several other people had regular hangovers. But holy shit, it was a party.
Other than that, it's business as usual. Batman Arkham Asylum kicks ass, and is further impeding my job and certification efforts (using efforts as of late as a very loose term).