A rather interesting weekend indeed...
...one that has left me very introspective and grateful for what I have. Derek and I drove back to D-port this weekend to see one of his friends get married off. We arrived the night before, so husband, our friend Wayne and I decided to do a bit of shopping at Borders (yay for the new Ghost Hunt novel and Der Rosenkavalier ^_^) and then went drinking. Woo! I tried a drink that turned out to be a long island iced tea with amaretto and pumpkin ale added to it. It was really sweet, but it knocked me on my ass for a while. ^^
The wedding ceremony was nice, but I thought the atmosphere was really awkward. I mean, the whole reason the couple was getting married was because of an unexpected pregnancy. Yeah.... so noone really knew anyone else, and the rest of our group of friends kept making snide remarks within earshot of wedding guests. Ergh, and then the DJ they hired had the bright idea to have the bride quite literally play grab ass with the groomsmen (my husband among them). Fortunately that episode ended without molestation on anyone's part, but I thought it was unnecessary and crude.
Then later that I night I received a series of text messages from a friend that I thought had long forgotten/stopped caring about me in regards to her failing marriage (long story short, her husband is an illegal immigrant/drug dealer/auto mechanic who has the notion that his wife is married, but he isn't) so after spending five minutes trying to figure out who the hell was texting me I wrote her back, gave her some advice and then that was it. O_o;; I don't know what's going to come of it, but I know it's been well over a year and a half since she last spoke to me directly. *shrugs*
And then this morning before Derek and I took off for home we got a guilt trip about Christmas presents (ugh...), and how even though we can't afford much, because we're an official married couple now we need to give something to everyone. *insert obligatory WTF?!* Now, I know that the majority of Derek's family doesn't give a damn about receiving presents so I'm not going to treat this morning like gospel. I know it's just his stepmom's way of trying to help coach us, but it does irk me a bit. I come from the mentality of "if you want to give presents and it's well within your means, go right ahead but don't do it just because you're expecting something in return". Anyway....
What else...? Oh! Since I had nothing but black clothing to wear to the wedding I ended up buying a couple of new shirts (one for the wedding, the other because I couldn't leave without it) so that perked me up a bit and then of course outside of the wedding I got to spend time with friends. So all in all, it was a good weekend, though a bit emotionally-strained. Bleh... I wish weekends were longer. Two days is only long enough to get settled in before having to get jerked back to the routine. Later all.
The wedding ceremony was nice, but I thought the atmosphere was really awkward. I mean, the whole reason the couple was getting married was because of an unexpected pregnancy. Yeah.... so noone really knew anyone else, and the rest of our group of friends kept making snide remarks within earshot of wedding guests. Ergh, and then the DJ they hired had the bright idea to have the bride quite literally play grab ass with the groomsmen (my husband among them). Fortunately that episode ended without molestation on anyone's part, but I thought it was unnecessary and crude.
Then later that I night I received a series of text messages from a friend that I thought had long forgotten/stopped caring about me in regards to her failing marriage (long story short, her husband is an illegal immigrant/drug dealer/auto mechanic who has the notion that his wife is married, but he isn't) so after spending five minutes trying to figure out who the hell was texting me I wrote her back, gave her some advice and then that was it. O_o;; I don't know what's going to come of it, but I know it's been well over a year and a half since she last spoke to me directly. *shrugs*
And then this morning before Derek and I took off for home we got a guilt trip about Christmas presents (ugh...), and how even though we can't afford much, because we're an official married couple now we need to give something to everyone. *insert obligatory WTF?!* Now, I know that the majority of Derek's family doesn't give a damn about receiving presents so I'm not going to treat this morning like gospel. I know it's just his stepmom's way of trying to help coach us, but it does irk me a bit. I come from the mentality of "if you want to give presents and it's well within your means, go right ahead but don't do it just because you're expecting something in return". Anyway....
What else...? Oh! Since I had nothing but black clothing to wear to the wedding I ended up buying a couple of new shirts (one for the wedding, the other because I couldn't leave without it) so that perked me up a bit and then of course outside of the wedding I got to spend time with friends. So all in all, it was a good weekend, though a bit emotionally-strained. Bleh... I wish weekends were longer. Two days is only long enough to get settled in before having to get jerked back to the routine. Later all.