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Okay, this is getting REALLY creepy. Last Wednesday I dreamt that Warren Ellis was in a hospital (I didn't post about it because you guys really don't want to know EVERYthing I dream about, plus I didn't want any 'ha ha, obsessed!!' jokes. TELL ME SOMETHING I _DON'T_ KNOW XD). And as it turns out, Mr. Ellis got sick yesterday. ;___; I hope you get well soon, sir! And I will try to dream about better things regarding you next time. Riches, power, all you can drink, dancing girls, etc*... :D
Perhaps I should invest into a "Kiss me, I'm psychic" t-shirt >.>
In other news, am back from Toronto--we rolled into town after 1 a.m. and passed out as soon as we got to our respective beds.
The weekend/wedding was very fun/interesting, but very exhausting.
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Saturday, 4 p.m.:
Okay, clothes shopping was evil enough, but, DUDE, I just shaved my legs for the first time in 2 years. THE CAKE BETTER BE WORTH IT. ..Also, we're late for the bus and it's all my fault. Again. XD
5:50 p.m.:
Guy in front of me is going to Toronto for his flight and suddenly realizes he will miss it (flight is at 20:00 p.m--bus arrives into town at 20:30). OUCH. Apparently he misread the flight schedule as 22:00. He borrows my phone to re-book his flight, but I'm guessing it's way too short a notice to do anything. While he is trying to sort things out, I am watching him through the gap between the seats, because I am sneaky like that. He remains very calm and polite (major points). He also has awesome hands, which capture most of my attention as the drama unfolds. Tanned, with a light fuzz of hair on the wrists, distictly male in their construct (I've seen guys with feminine hands, in case you're wondering), very well-sculpted. I wish I could draw hands as amazingly well as they are made in real life.
9:smth p.m.
We are at our friends' place, eating yummy food Drew made and laughing and catching up on things. I haven't really seen them in a year, been too busy for visits, but it feels like we just saw each other yesterday, the way we all easily get along, I love it. Kat and her lovely wife look adorable together--and we get to watch a video of their wedding! It looks like so much fun, I wish I could've been there. Sidenote: thank God for Canada where equal rights MEAN equal rights. Yay!
Sunday
after 1 a.m.
Sister wimps out and we crash for the night :D
pseudo-morning:
IT'S RAINING. > ___ <
4:30 p.m.
After having waved out goodbyes to friends,we're at the wedding location and it. is. POSH. Carpets, mirrors, poofy Victorian-style chairs, wow. I immediately feel like a riff-raff for having arrived without style and via subway, so we hasten to change into our party rags.
I look at self in mirror: "Awesome shirt, cool skirt, cutest shoes ever. Too bad about the face." XD
5:04 p.m.
The ceremony's late, so we're right on time :D When it starts, everything in the chapel gets deathly quiet and my heart sinks with chilling realization that... I am hungry and my stomach could growl any moment now XD ...Also, that my camera is the loudest thing on the PLANET.
Judy: looks AMAZING and beautiful.
Chris: ...He cleans up well LOL
7 p.m.
After an eternity of picture-taking and waiting for dinner to start, the dinner finally starts.
...THERE IS NO CAKE.
Food is delicious, speeches and toasts funny and witty and we thoroughly abuse the newlyweds by collectively clanging spoons on the glassware, demanding that they kiss. Every 5 minutes XD (to much whooping and hooting and wild applause from appreciative audience.)
...BUT THERE IS NO CAKE.
9:30 p.m.
The dessert is a delicious chocolate thing with raspberry brandy on the bottom and at that point I am willing to be lenient on glaring ansence of cake. Besides, legs look nice when shaved, and I now have pretty shirts to wear. Also, it looks like we get to take wedding cupcakes home, YES.
9:40 p.m.
Some tables are pushed away to make a small dancing floor and newlyweds lead the first dance, followed by the rest of us. Note: I didn't know I could limbo. In HEELS, no less XD
11:10 p.m.
We're walking to the bus station when a guy rides up to us on a bike. He launches a long story that involves court dates, being homeless, getting hit in the ear with a juice bottle by a fellow homeless person, a stolen train ticket and and birth certificate and a possible criminal record for not showing up for court date. It's kind of hard to understand what is he wanting from _us_--money, okay, but we don't exactly give out birth certificates. Either way, he sounds very genuine to me and I start rooting in my wallet for money for a ticket for him (7 something dollars). At that point he suddenly gets agitated and starts heatedly explaining that he is not looking for change, he just wants to 'get out of here', etc, etc. Sister tells him to calm down while I mentally assess the threat--he doesn't seem to have a weapon and his crotch is well within the reach of my foot, if things should come to that. He also still sounds very genuinely distressed and fed up with what sounds like a REALLY bad day. I give up rooting for exact change which I seem to really be lacking at the moment and just hand him a twenty. I'll miss that twenty, I'm not exactly rich, but hey, so I'll buy one manga book less, big deal. To him, I hope that money meant a hot dinner and a peaceful night's sleep. And he gives me a hug, it's really cute and touching :D
11:30 p.m.
Bus ride is bliss after so much excitement. I sit back and think about the world and its people, and they're not particularly happy or particularly depressed thoughts. Just thoughts.
Monday, 2 a.m.
Bedtime.
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All in all, good times, though now I am late with CR page and owe 2 for NS. Oh well, I got lots of sleep today, I don't need any tonight, rrrright? Right.
Also: Otakon is next week and CNE the week after. Whee, con reports! I should probably also rant a little on this whole OEL/manga/TOKYOPOP thing that seems to be a fly in everybody's soup lately. Whee, storms in a teacup!
...Speaking of teacups, I want tea. With that lovely wedding-cake-wannabe aka cupcake *Jaws theme here as Svet goes for the fridge* >:]
*minus a modest 25% psychic fee, of course :3
Perhaps I should invest into a "Kiss me, I'm psychic" t-shirt >.>
In other news, am back from Toronto--we rolled into town after 1 a.m. and passed out as soon as we got to our respective beds.
The weekend/wedding was very fun/interesting, but very exhausting.
---------------------------------
Saturday, 4 p.m.:
Okay, clothes shopping was evil enough, but, DUDE, I just shaved my legs for the first time in 2 years. THE CAKE BETTER BE WORTH IT. ..Also, we're late for the bus and it's all my fault. Again. XD
5:50 p.m.:
Guy in front of me is going to Toronto for his flight and suddenly realizes he will miss it (flight is at 20:00 p.m--bus arrives into town at 20:30). OUCH. Apparently he misread the flight schedule as 22:00. He borrows my phone to re-book his flight, but I'm guessing it's way too short a notice to do anything. While he is trying to sort things out, I am watching him through the gap between the seats, because I am sneaky like that. He remains very calm and polite (major points). He also has awesome hands, which capture most of my attention as the drama unfolds. Tanned, with a light fuzz of hair on the wrists, distictly male in their construct (I've seen guys with feminine hands, in case you're wondering), very well-sculpted. I wish I could draw hands as amazingly well as they are made in real life.
9:smth p.m.
We are at our friends' place, eating yummy food Drew made and laughing and catching up on things. I haven't really seen them in a year, been too busy for visits, but it feels like we just saw each other yesterday, the way we all easily get along, I love it. Kat and her lovely wife look adorable together--and we get to watch a video of their wedding! It looks like so much fun, I wish I could've been there. Sidenote: thank God for Canada where equal rights MEAN equal rights. Yay!
Sunday
after 1 a.m.
Sister wimps out and we crash for the night :D
pseudo-morning:
IT'S RAINING. > ___ <
4:30 p.m.
After having waved out goodbyes to friends,we're at the wedding location and it. is. POSH. Carpets, mirrors, poofy Victorian-style chairs, wow. I immediately feel like a riff-raff for having arrived without style and via subway, so we hasten to change into our party rags.
I look at self in mirror: "Awesome shirt, cool skirt, cutest shoes ever. Too bad about the face." XD
5:04 p.m.
The ceremony's late, so we're right on time :D When it starts, everything in the chapel gets deathly quiet and my heart sinks with chilling realization that... I am hungry and my stomach could growl any moment now XD ...Also, that my camera is the loudest thing on the PLANET.
Judy: looks AMAZING and beautiful.
Chris: ...He cleans up well LOL
7 p.m.
After an eternity of picture-taking and waiting for dinner to start, the dinner finally starts.
...THERE IS NO CAKE.
Food is delicious, speeches and toasts funny and witty and we thoroughly abuse the newlyweds by collectively clanging spoons on the glassware, demanding that they kiss. Every 5 minutes XD (to much whooping and hooting and wild applause from appreciative audience.)
...BUT THERE IS NO CAKE.
9:30 p.m.
The dessert is a delicious chocolate thing with raspberry brandy on the bottom and at that point I am willing to be lenient on glaring ansence of cake. Besides, legs look nice when shaved, and I now have pretty shirts to wear. Also, it looks like we get to take wedding cupcakes home, YES.
9:40 p.m.
Some tables are pushed away to make a small dancing floor and newlyweds lead the first dance, followed by the rest of us. Note: I didn't know I could limbo. In HEELS, no less XD
11:10 p.m.
We're walking to the bus station when a guy rides up to us on a bike. He launches a long story that involves court dates, being homeless, getting hit in the ear with a juice bottle by a fellow homeless person, a stolen train ticket and and birth certificate and a possible criminal record for not showing up for court date. It's kind of hard to understand what is he wanting from _us_--money, okay, but we don't exactly give out birth certificates. Either way, he sounds very genuine to me and I start rooting in my wallet for money for a ticket for him (7 something dollars). At that point he suddenly gets agitated and starts heatedly explaining that he is not looking for change, he just wants to 'get out of here', etc, etc. Sister tells him to calm down while I mentally assess the threat--he doesn't seem to have a weapon and his crotch is well within the reach of my foot, if things should come to that. He also still sounds very genuinely distressed and fed up with what sounds like a REALLY bad day. I give up rooting for exact change which I seem to really be lacking at the moment and just hand him a twenty. I'll miss that twenty, I'm not exactly rich, but hey, so I'll buy one manga book less, big deal. To him, I hope that money meant a hot dinner and a peaceful night's sleep. And he gives me a hug, it's really cute and touching :D
11:30 p.m.
Bus ride is bliss after so much excitement. I sit back and think about the world and its people, and they're not particularly happy or particularly depressed thoughts. Just thoughts.
Monday, 2 a.m.
Bedtime.
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All in all, good times, though now I am late with CR page and owe 2 for NS. Oh well, I got lots of sleep today, I don't need any tonight, rrrright? Right.
Also: Otakon is next week and CNE the week after. Whee, con reports! I should probably also rant a little on this whole OEL/manga/TOKYOPOP thing that seems to be a fly in everybody's soup lately. Whee, storms in a teacup!
...Speaking of teacups, I want tea. With that lovely wedding-cake-wannabe aka cupcake *Jaws theme here as Svet goes for the fridge* >:]
*minus a modest 25% psychic fee, of course :3