Of Weddings...and other things.
At my cousin's wedding this weekend. (The one I've posted about before.
I wanted to take bets on who might cry.
No one would take said bet, though.
Pretty traditional ceremony-wise...
I was good. Really. I updated facebook and twitter with my irritations.
And...
I stayed silent through the mentions of St. Paul the misogynist, of doom's day (very optimistic to mention at a wedding...isn't it?) [and I can't quite remember why it was mentioned], through the "giving away" of the bride, through the vows that had a "serve and obey" line in them (only for the woman, of course), through the "man and wife" phrasing (why they can't just seem to say "husband and wife," I don't know) through the "you may now kiss your new bride," line (hello passivity!).
I only groaned (quietly) at the end with the "I present Mr and Mrs. HisFirstName HistLastName." (And again at the reception with the second announcement, I admit. I can deal with Mrs. HisLastName, but that other really, really gets to me.)
Ah.
Bite it.
Matt was petting me, half laughing, saying "It's o.k."
Almost makes me want to get married just to have a wedding that is the antithesis of everything encountered.
Matt's response was: "Wouldn't that be a divorce?"
Divorce Party! Bring booze.
At the reception had a couple of rum and cokes (well made) and a good portion of a Bay Breeze (not that impressed, but it tasted better toward the end...)
Broke out reading material for a bit, but was ensconced in conversation with tablemates (parents, aunt and uncle). Nibbled groom's cake (a double decker chocolate chip cookie with cream filling--so very sweet, I'm not sure how I avoided insulin shock). Blew bubbles over the couple for pictures. Waited outside in the drizzle for a bit. Then departed.
Slept pretty well, all things considered.
Got up at 10 to 6 a.m. to meet relatives for a 7 a.m. breakfast. (So that was 10 to 5 a.m. and 6 a.m., respectively, on my time.)
Sitting at home in my chair, cuddling with my pillow, and feeling very zoney right now.
Thankfully, I only have a four day work week this week. Unfortunately, it consists of getting the final Lilly product finished and the door. Fortunately, we didn't encounter too much in the way of massive changes, though there were things I held off on so I could talk to the PM about Monday. Hoping for ease with those.
Haven't been irrigating and I think that may be some of the issue with my sinus-seeming-aches. (Or maybe I do have chronic sinusitis...) Medical office I've been going to feels useless. Irrigation. Wait and see. If I have another visit to a doctor (before or after I see my dentist), it will be straight to an ENT. Screw putting up with this General Practitioner Physician's Assistant shite. (With my insurance, I don't need referrals, thankfully.) Have had moments of wondering if the office I've been going to is actually interested in treating/curing, or just dolling out whatever sounds like it might work in the hopes that it leads to more followups and thus more money for them.
Cynical little thing, aren't I.
Ugh. I need to stop doing the looking over the rims of my reading glasses thing. The switching back and forth is too quick. Makes me feel vision wonky.
Think I'm feeling the urge to mess around with a Final Fantasy game.
Or something.
Ta.
I wanted to take bets on who might cry.
No one would take said bet, though.
Pretty traditional ceremony-wise...
I was good. Really. I updated facebook and twitter with my irritations.
And...
I stayed silent through the mentions of St. Paul the misogynist, of doom's day (very optimistic to mention at a wedding...isn't it?) [and I can't quite remember why it was mentioned], through the "giving away" of the bride, through the vows that had a "serve and obey" line in them (only for the woman, of course), through the "man and wife" phrasing (why they can't just seem to say "husband and wife," I don't know) through the "you may now kiss your new bride," line (hello passivity!).
I only groaned (quietly) at the end with the "I present Mr and Mrs. HisFirstName HistLastName." (And again at the reception with the second announcement, I admit. I can deal with Mrs. HisLastName, but that other really, really gets to me.)
Ah.
Bite it.
Matt was petting me, half laughing, saying "It's o.k."
Almost makes me want to get married just to have a wedding that is the antithesis of everything encountered.
Matt's response was: "Wouldn't that be a divorce?"
Divorce Party! Bring booze.
At the reception had a couple of rum and cokes (well made) and a good portion of a Bay Breeze (not that impressed, but it tasted better toward the end...)
Broke out reading material for a bit, but was ensconced in conversation with tablemates (parents, aunt and uncle). Nibbled groom's cake (a double decker chocolate chip cookie with cream filling--so very sweet, I'm not sure how I avoided insulin shock). Blew bubbles over the couple for pictures. Waited outside in the drizzle for a bit. Then departed.
Slept pretty well, all things considered.
Got up at 10 to 6 a.m. to meet relatives for a 7 a.m. breakfast. (So that was 10 to 5 a.m. and 6 a.m., respectively, on my time.)
Sitting at home in my chair, cuddling with my pillow, and feeling very zoney right now.
Thankfully, I only have a four day work week this week. Unfortunately, it consists of getting the final Lilly product finished and the door. Fortunately, we didn't encounter too much in the way of massive changes, though there were things I held off on so I could talk to the PM about Monday. Hoping for ease with those.
Haven't been irrigating and I think that may be some of the issue with my sinus-seeming-aches. (Or maybe I do have chronic sinusitis...) Medical office I've been going to feels useless. Irrigation. Wait and see. If I have another visit to a doctor (before or after I see my dentist), it will be straight to an ENT. Screw putting up with this General Practitioner Physician's Assistant shite. (With my insurance, I don't need referrals, thankfully.) Have had moments of wondering if the office I've been going to is actually interested in treating/curing, or just dolling out whatever sounds like it might work in the hopes that it leads to more followups and thus more money for them.
Cynical little thing, aren't I.
Ugh. I need to stop doing the looking over the rims of my reading glasses thing. The switching back and forth is too quick. Makes me feel vision wonky.
Think I'm feeling the urge to mess around with a Final Fantasy game.
Or something.
Ta.