*grumbles*
It's strange how I can still look forward to long weekends, even though I'm on my summer holidays. This weekend is so packed, it's not even funny. I'm not one to complain, I'm actually really looking forward to the change in pace except for maybe the wedding I have to go to.
Honestly. I really love weddings and everything that usually goes with it because I know the people and friends and such and its really a wonderful thing to attend.
But this is not like that. Gah. Why do I have to go? I really don't want to. It's basically a bunch of old farts. A bunch of old stranger farts. And I'm trying to keep an open mind, but if you were in my position you would also find it difficult. The bride is my cousin's cousin. The remote times I have met her, she was positively cruel to me. I don't know anyone there. It's going to be so strange, alot of old people around with their canes and smelly breath and teeth falling out repeating themselves ad nausem because they forgot what they said a minute ago. Not that I have anything against old people, but I don't really relish the idea of driving 6 hrs to go see them, live in a stupid hotel, see them again the next day, sit and talk and "mingle" with them and the snobbies and drive all the way back with my parents. What fun.
Honestly, I'm going to have to be like fake british accent" Oh! That colour looks positively elegant on you! *squeal* Don't leave before we talk about those gorgeous shoes!" *rolls eyes* And.....the worst part yet....I have to wear a dress.... for hours on end..... and its not just any dress....my mom insists I wear this particular one.... it needs heels....we all know how I am on heels... this should be funny.
Honestly. I really love weddings and everything that usually goes with it because I know the people and friends and such and its really a wonderful thing to attend.
But this is not like that. Gah. Why do I have to go? I really don't want to. It's basically a bunch of old farts. A bunch of old stranger farts. And I'm trying to keep an open mind, but if you were in my position you would also find it difficult. The bride is my cousin's cousin. The remote times I have met her, she was positively cruel to me. I don't know anyone there. It's going to be so strange, alot of old people around with their canes and smelly breath and teeth falling out repeating themselves ad nausem because they forgot what they said a minute ago. Not that I have anything against old people, but I don't really relish the idea of driving 6 hrs to go see them, live in a stupid hotel, see them again the next day, sit and talk and "mingle" with them and the snobbies and drive all the way back with my parents. What fun.
Honestly, I'm going to have to be like fake british accent" Oh! That colour looks positively elegant on you! *squeal* Don't leave before we talk about those gorgeous shoes!" *rolls eyes* And.....the worst part yet....I have to wear a dress.... for hours on end..... and its not just any dress....my mom insists I wear this particular one.... it needs heels....we all know how I am on heels... this should be funny.