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Have you ever been to American Wedding?
Where is the vodka, where is marinated herring?
Where is the musicians that got the taste?
Where is the supply that's gonna last three days?
WHERE IS THE BAND THAT LIKE FAN FARE
GONNA KEEP IT GOING FOR 24 HRS?
Instead it's 1 in the morning,
DJ's patching out the chords,
Everybody's full of cake,
and staring at the floor.
Proper couples start to mumble
that it's time to go.
People got to get up early,
and they gotta go.
People gotta get up early,
and she's got a boyfriend!
And this whole fucking thing
is one huge disappointment.
And nothing gets these bitches going,
not even Gypsy Kings!
Nobody talks about
my supertheory of supereverything.
So be Donald Trump,
or be an anarchist,
make sure that your wedding
doesn't end up like this.
I understand the culture's
of a different kind.
But, here word 'celebration'
just doesn't come to mind.
American Wedding - Gogol Bordello
Today I went to my cousin's baby welcoming-shower.. thing. Initially, it was awkward because my sister and I didn't know 90% of the other guests. The ladies at our table were my aunt's cousin's and knew my mom, and one proceeded to embarrass me indirectly by telling me that she distinctly remembered my mother and I sitting in the pew in front of her at church all the time, about a decade ago, and how bored and fidgety I was back then, and how my long braids would sway around and around with my movements and distract her. I think she realized I felt a little humiliated so she kept stressing how pretty she thought my long hair was. sigh. They were really sweet ladies, though. One was very amusing because she had all sorts of allergies, but felt free to indulge anyways because her husband wasn't there to scold her [and she had taken some pills for it in advance]. She was so excited about having cake. hah. And boy oh boy, do I love cheesy Arabic songs.
I need to practice my Armenian. My extended family most likely thinks I'm shy and socially awkward [well, more than usual] and probably gets annoyed by how much English I speak in front of them. I just hate speaking it because I sound like a 10 year old. It seems all of my eloquent, proper Armenian vocab is lost somewhere in the recesses of my brain. At least I don't directly translate English terms into Armenian and sound crazy like my brother. Remember, 'eye boogers' aren't 'eye boogers' in Armenian. And deers aren't doves.
p.s. Transformers was a lot of fun. Jazz's introductory lines were the bestest.
Where is the vodka, where is marinated herring?
Where is the musicians that got the taste?
Where is the supply that's gonna last three days?
WHERE IS THE BAND THAT LIKE FAN FARE
GONNA KEEP IT GOING FOR 24 HRS?
Instead it's 1 in the morning,
DJ's patching out the chords,
Everybody's full of cake,
and staring at the floor.
Proper couples start to mumble
that it's time to go.
People got to get up early,
and they gotta go.
People gotta get up early,
and she's got a boyfriend!
And this whole fucking thing
is one huge disappointment.
And nothing gets these bitches going,
not even Gypsy Kings!
Nobody talks about
my supertheory of supereverything.
So be Donald Trump,
or be an anarchist,
make sure that your wedding
doesn't end up like this.
I understand the culture's
of a different kind.
But, here word 'celebration'
just doesn't come to mind.
American Wedding - Gogol Bordello
Today I went to my cousin's baby welcoming-shower.. thing. Initially, it was awkward because my sister and I didn't know 90% of the other guests. The ladies at our table were my aunt's cousin's and knew my mom, and one proceeded to embarrass me indirectly by telling me that she distinctly remembered my mother and I sitting in the pew in front of her at church all the time, about a decade ago, and how bored and fidgety I was back then, and how my long braids would sway around and around with my movements and distract her. I think she realized I felt a little humiliated so she kept stressing how pretty she thought my long hair was. sigh. They were really sweet ladies, though. One was very amusing because she had all sorts of allergies, but felt free to indulge anyways because her husband wasn't there to scold her [and she had taken some pills for it in advance]. She was so excited about having cake. hah. And boy oh boy, do I love cheesy Arabic songs.
I need to practice my Armenian. My extended family most likely thinks I'm shy and socially awkward [well, more than usual] and probably gets annoyed by how much English I speak in front of them. I just hate speaking it because I sound like a 10 year old. It seems all of my eloquent, proper Armenian vocab is lost somewhere in the recesses of my brain. At least I don't directly translate English terms into Armenian and sound crazy like my brother. Remember, 'eye boogers' aren't 'eye boogers' in Armenian. And deers aren't doves.
p.s. Transformers was a lot of fun. Jazz's introductory lines were the bestest.