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My sister got married yesterday. It was just a little thing down at city hall, but it was nice.
Of course my sister was mad late. It's funny, marriage licenses are handled on the 13th floor, so as we were waiting everytime we heard an elevator open up and we looked up to see if it was her we were faced with rows of 13s peeking out of each elevator door-frame. I don't know if anybody else noticed, but I found it amusing.
She was beautiful. She wore a white pantsuit, all fancy and stuff. Her hair looked so good, and her best friend did her makeup because my sister likes to overdo it.
The ceremony was nice. Well, maybe I have a weird conception of nice. We had a lot more people there than were expected, so we all crowded into this little room and tried not to step on each others' feet as the judge went around and opened the windows so we didn't get too hot. Short, sweet, maybe ten minutes. My sister cried a little and the groom looked like he was trying not to. It was practical and comfortable rather than formal, and that's probably my kinda nice.
Everybody kept saying to me "Oh I'm so glad you made it" and "We didn't think you'd come". I don't understand. Every time someone had asked me ahead of time I had said "Of course I'll be there." It was at 10:30, and I don't work until 3. And city hall is only like six blocks from my house. My little sister was getting married; I can't imagine what they thought would keep me away. Well, regardless, my presence was a big welcome "surprise," so whatever makes them happy I guess.
Later (after work for me) we all went out to some bar in the suburbs for whatever reason. My mom's side of the family was there as well as everybody at the ceremony and other family members they had picked up in between. We had a lot of fun. For me, it was neat watching my family get wasted at a bar. I was still perfectly sober when it was time to go, even though several people had urged me to slow down and they were the ones who were bleary-eyed at leaving time. I guess they don't know that it takes hours and gallons to get me drunk, but it's probably best that way. There are worse things than coming off as composed.
I'm gonna host my aunt for a night out sometime in January. She's a cool lady, and she's like 10 years younger than my mom, so once I became adult-sized and realized she was a real person and not just my aunt we became real friends. We're gonna stomp Allentown and she'll see all the cool places I like to go and all the freaks who'll shout my name and run up and hug me, and then I'll probably show off to her the advantages of being a regular at the sub shop. I wonder if she'll smoke with me. I'll definitely find out.
I've been growing by leaps and bounds in my sleep lately. Dreaming is really good for working out problems I just can't seem to crack with awake-brain, as well as being an excellent shortcut for mental preparation for doing a task. Plus playing is fun.
I don't know, I shouldn't even be typing. I've hardly said anything. I'll probably be back later, hopefully with something worth reading.
Of course my sister was mad late. It's funny, marriage licenses are handled on the 13th floor, so as we were waiting everytime we heard an elevator open up and we looked up to see if it was her we were faced with rows of 13s peeking out of each elevator door-frame. I don't know if anybody else noticed, but I found it amusing.
She was beautiful. She wore a white pantsuit, all fancy and stuff. Her hair looked so good, and her best friend did her makeup because my sister likes to overdo it.
The ceremony was nice. Well, maybe I have a weird conception of nice. We had a lot more people there than were expected, so we all crowded into this little room and tried not to step on each others' feet as the judge went around and opened the windows so we didn't get too hot. Short, sweet, maybe ten minutes. My sister cried a little and the groom looked like he was trying not to. It was practical and comfortable rather than formal, and that's probably my kinda nice.
Everybody kept saying to me "Oh I'm so glad you made it" and "We didn't think you'd come". I don't understand. Every time someone had asked me ahead of time I had said "Of course I'll be there." It was at 10:30, and I don't work until 3. And city hall is only like six blocks from my house. My little sister was getting married; I can't imagine what they thought would keep me away. Well, regardless, my presence was a big welcome "surprise," so whatever makes them happy I guess.
Later (after work for me) we all went out to some bar in the suburbs for whatever reason. My mom's side of the family was there as well as everybody at the ceremony and other family members they had picked up in between. We had a lot of fun. For me, it was neat watching my family get wasted at a bar. I was still perfectly sober when it was time to go, even though several people had urged me to slow down and they were the ones who were bleary-eyed at leaving time. I guess they don't know that it takes hours and gallons to get me drunk, but it's probably best that way. There are worse things than coming off as composed.
I'm gonna host my aunt for a night out sometime in January. She's a cool lady, and she's like 10 years younger than my mom, so once I became adult-sized and realized she was a real person and not just my aunt we became real friends. We're gonna stomp Allentown and she'll see all the cool places I like to go and all the freaks who'll shout my name and run up and hug me, and then I'll probably show off to her the advantages of being a regular at the sub shop. I wonder if she'll smoke with me. I'll definitely find out.
I've been growing by leaps and bounds in my sleep lately. Dreaming is really good for working out problems I just can't seem to crack with awake-brain, as well as being an excellent shortcut for mental preparation for doing a task. Plus playing is fun.
I don't know, I shouldn't even be typing. I've hardly said anything. I'll probably be back later, hopefully with something worth reading.