Sep 21, 2006 00:36
So, I was up in Dallas this weekend for a wedding. Nathan was the best man and wore his dress blues for the occasion. This meant I spent a great deal of time encouraging the other guests to tell him how cute he looked in said dress blues, since he tends to adamantly deny this and compliments in general make him rather adorably twitchy. (Hi honey!)
Driving between various gatherings, the hotel, my house, Nathan's house, and other venues, I managed to put more miles on the car in town than I did driving to Dallas, which is sort of ridiculous, but eh.
I also learned that Woodchuck Granny Smith is much better out of a bottle, Margaritaville can in fact be made into a country-ish cover so bad you wish Jimmy Buffet would materialize in the bar and break the lead singer's kneecaps, you can't whittle a pair of pants, even if it is an emergency (long story), and it takes six glasses of scotch to get Nathan to dance.
I really wish I could come up with a decent research design for some of the behaviors surrounding weddings. While there are certainly sane brides and grooms in the land, weddings can just be steeped in irrational, abnormal, and extreme behaviors, which tend to result in the complicated human dramas that are so much fun to contemplate with a DSM and a bowl of popcorn.
Of course, I say that as someone not currently hurtling toward the altar. Heheheh.