Weekend in Maine a la AIM to bnanaman
(I took my story from my trip to Maine out of an AIM conversation with Alex. Hope you all enjoy it :) )
-M
i went to a wedding in maine. she was a friend from h.s. so it was like a reunion, but with only the people i like. after, we all went swimming in the lake behind razz's place.
brian met matthew and dad/kelly. this is great-
so sushi (dad's dog) leaped up on dad, tearing his shirt and slicing his shoulder out of sheer excitement (and after not having her nails trimmed in a while). after, dad walks in to meet brian, lifts his shirt sleeve to expose his army/cop muscles, grimacing, and shakes brian's hand.
brian, looking terrified, thinking dad was threatening him...because we had no clue anything had just happened in the kitchen.
i thought dad was just fucking around.
turns out, dad was just injured.
the bouquet hit me square in the face.
well, i didn't want to seem eager by catching it. so i just stood there. katrina (the bride) teased me ahead of time saying she would aim for me. i didn't take her seriously. so then, when the flowers came, i sat there thinking "some girl will rush out and grab these. Any minute now. Any minut- OWFUCKMYFACE" - because, like any hardy mainer, she didn't have a delicate bouquet. she had instead used sunflowers, thistle, and other heavy, woody flowers. in my face. she could be a back up for the red sox. hardy mainer, indeed. ow.
so the guy who had to put the garter on me (because, by vote of the entire wedding party, the flowers were mine, even if i had not officially caught them. they caught me, and that was that) was too nervous to put his hands up my skirt because he saw me with brian earlier. so it went on my knee. i had a short skirt on. it was funny.
and that, was my trip to maine.
-M
i went to a wedding in maine. she was a friend from h.s. so it was like a reunion, but with only the people i like. after, we all went swimming in the lake behind razz's place.
brian met matthew and dad/kelly. this is great-
so sushi (dad's dog) leaped up on dad, tearing his shirt and slicing his shoulder out of sheer excitement (and after not having her nails trimmed in a while). after, dad walks in to meet brian, lifts his shirt sleeve to expose his army/cop muscles, grimacing, and shakes brian's hand.
brian, looking terrified, thinking dad was threatening him...because we had no clue anything had just happened in the kitchen.
i thought dad was just fucking around.
turns out, dad was just injured.
the bouquet hit me square in the face.
well, i didn't want to seem eager by catching it. so i just stood there. katrina (the bride) teased me ahead of time saying she would aim for me. i didn't take her seriously. so then, when the flowers came, i sat there thinking "some girl will rush out and grab these. Any minute now. Any minut- OWFUCKMYFACE" - because, like any hardy mainer, she didn't have a delicate bouquet. she had instead used sunflowers, thistle, and other heavy, woody flowers. in my face. she could be a back up for the red sox. hardy mainer, indeed. ow.
so the guy who had to put the garter on me (because, by vote of the entire wedding party, the flowers were mine, even if i had not officially caught them. they caught me, and that was that) was too nervous to put his hands up my skirt because he saw me with brian earlier. so it went on my knee. i had a short skirt on. it was funny.
and that, was my trip to maine.