forget steampunk, we're doing chiffon punk
So in addition to moving across country and starting in a new lab, did I mention that my sister got married? She did! On May 3rd!
First, I should mention she's been with her husband for 9 years now. He's a good guy and has the family stamp of approval.
She paid for it almost entirely on her own, because she is hardcore. My parents contributed a little, but they couldn't afford much. The groom's parents gave her a little money after the wedding was over (because they wanted to be sure their precious baby boy didn't get stood up at the altar?). Whatever. I'm just proud of her for making it exactly what she wanted. (Almost. More on that in a minute.)
Tangent: I recall having a conversation with her about shaving (she does and I don't) and I was going on about the stupid gender double-standard when it comes to shaving/body hair, and she said "Pff, I make [husband] shave too!" to which my response was something like "Ha ha! Awesome!" She is deceptively hardcore.
I was one of three bridesmaids, but the gowns were picked out while I was still living in PA. She asked if I had any preferences, and I said "As long as it's something that works for large or small breasts, I'll be okay." But the other two (D-cup and thin-to-average) bridesmaids coerced her into buying the dresses THEY wanted, so I was the only one who had to pay for dress alterations because I had to have the seamstress sew some goddamn breasts into the huge cups of the corset top.
Said bridesmaids also complained to my sister about the money they spent on the bridal shower. Even though that's tacky as hell. Even though my sister paid for nearly the whole wedding herself. Even though they are both what I would consider to be fairly wealthy.
I am not really fond of her other bridesmaids.
And oh man, I was so out of my element throughout most of this. Darn heteros and their confusing "traditional gender roles". WHAT DOES ANY OF IT MEAN. I AM SO LOST.
Onto happier(?) things.
Her bachelorette party was at Talking Stick, a resort/casino here in the Valley. It was fun and not-too-traumatizing for me as the older sister, until my sister and I ran into each other dancing: her elbow, my head. I went home early with a headache and a bag of ice and a minor head injury, but it was still kinda fun.
The rehearsal dinner turned into "Z watches the kids" night, mostly because the kids started following me around? Long story short, they ended up in the pool with their clothes on, because that's what happens when you leave your children with me: I throw them in the pool (not literally though). They had a good time and also they survived, so I consider it a success.
The wedding itself was at Pioneer Village, which is exactly what it sounds like.
Ooo, aaah! There were flocks of quails and jackrabbits everywhere!
It was a long day, so it's list time:
‣ We got our make-up done at MAC, so if I look good in the photos you know it wasn't because I did it myself.
‣ My sister had a corset-top wedding dress, so I got to lace her up like a tennis shoe.
‣ It was 97 degrees F that day. I thought I was gonna drink ALL THE WINE, but I ended up drinking mostly water on account of sweating so much.
‣ My sister kept doing a little hip twirl/swaying motion while the minister was talking because she was so excited. Too fucking cute.
‣ "look up while you're walking down the aisle" it's an outdoor wedding there is danger at every step how do you even do that
‣ The bride and bridesmaid dresses were all so long you couldn't see our shoes, so my sister wore flip-flops (BUT THEY SAID "BRIDE" ON THEM SO IT WAS LEGIT) and I wore leather boots (good for rattler country). FAMILY.
‣ I was like a foot taller than my groomsman. I like being taller than as many people as possible so this made me happy.
‣ I gave a speech that was really well-received, though possibly because one if my sister's friends gave what was essentially a long, drunken ramble first. ("You saved it." I'll take it.)
‣ My parents were on the dance floor all night long. How did they get so much more energy than me?
‣ Our side of the family started dancing in a large circle, and I tried to make room for the groom's side but his dad shut me down and told me to stay on my side of the line. WHAT. A. DIIIIIIIICK.
‣ At one point I pretended to crumple to the ground on the dance floor because I was so damn tired, so the flower girl grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to one of the tables, saying "You need a break!" Smart kid!
‣ After sundown, there were tiny little frogs all over the water feature, calling to each other! AAAAH SO CUUUUUTE
‣ Instead of throwing rice at the end, we all lit sparklers. No one caught fire. A happy ending.
I took her grocery shopping today because her car broke down. She pulled something off the shelf for her husband. "The things I do for him now that we're married. Oh my god, Stacy..." I thought some deep confession was coming. "Did I tell you they stopped making my favorite frosting??"
Nope, nothing's changed.
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First, I should mention she's been with her husband for 9 years now. He's a good guy and has the family stamp of approval.
She paid for it almost entirely on her own, because she is hardcore. My parents contributed a little, but they couldn't afford much. The groom's parents gave her a little money after the wedding was over (because they wanted to be sure their precious baby boy didn't get stood up at the altar?). Whatever. I'm just proud of her for making it exactly what she wanted. (Almost. More on that in a minute.)
Tangent: I recall having a conversation with her about shaving (she does and I don't) and I was going on about the stupid gender double-standard when it comes to shaving/body hair, and she said "Pff, I make [husband] shave too!" to which my response was something like "Ha ha! Awesome!" She is deceptively hardcore.
I was one of three bridesmaids, but the gowns were picked out while I was still living in PA. She asked if I had any preferences, and I said "As long as it's something that works for large or small breasts, I'll be okay." But the other two (D-cup and thin-to-average) bridesmaids coerced her into buying the dresses THEY wanted, so I was the only one who had to pay for dress alterations because I had to have the seamstress sew some goddamn breasts into the huge cups of the corset top.
Said bridesmaids also complained to my sister about the money they spent on the bridal shower. Even though that's tacky as hell. Even though my sister paid for nearly the whole wedding herself. Even though they are both what I would consider to be fairly wealthy.
I am not really fond of her other bridesmaids.
And oh man, I was so out of my element throughout most of this. Darn heteros and their confusing "traditional gender roles". WHAT DOES ANY OF IT MEAN. I AM SO LOST.
Onto happier(?) things.
Her bachelorette party was at Talking Stick, a resort/casino here in the Valley. It was fun and not-too-traumatizing for me as the older sister, until my sister and I ran into each other dancing: her elbow, my head. I went home early with a headache and a bag of ice and a minor head injury, but it was still kinda fun.
The rehearsal dinner turned into "Z watches the kids" night, mostly because the kids started following me around? Long story short, they ended up in the pool with their clothes on, because that's what happens when you leave your children with me: I throw them in the pool (not literally though). They had a good time and also they survived, so I consider it a success.
The wedding itself was at Pioneer Village, which is exactly what it sounds like.
Ooo, aaah! There were flocks of quails and jackrabbits everywhere!
It was a long day, so it's list time:
‣ We got our make-up done at MAC, so if I look good in the photos you know it wasn't because I did it myself.
‣ My sister had a corset-top wedding dress, so I got to lace her up like a tennis shoe.
‣ It was 97 degrees F that day. I thought I was gonna drink ALL THE WINE, but I ended up drinking mostly water on account of sweating so much.
‣ My sister kept doing a little hip twirl/swaying motion while the minister was talking because she was so excited. Too fucking cute.
‣ "look up while you're walking down the aisle" it's an outdoor wedding there is danger at every step how do you even do that
‣ The bride and bridesmaid dresses were all so long you couldn't see our shoes, so my sister wore flip-flops (BUT THEY SAID "BRIDE" ON THEM SO IT WAS LEGIT) and I wore leather boots (good for rattler country). FAMILY.
‣ I was like a foot taller than my groomsman. I like being taller than as many people as possible so this made me happy.
‣ I gave a speech that was really well-received, though possibly because one if my sister's friends gave what was essentially a long, drunken ramble first. ("You saved it." I'll take it.)
‣ My parents were on the dance floor all night long. How did they get so much more energy than me?
‣ Our side of the family started dancing in a large circle, and I tried to make room for the groom's side but his dad shut me down and told me to stay on my side of the line. WHAT. A. DIIIIIIIICK.
‣ At one point I pretended to crumple to the ground on the dance floor because I was so damn tired, so the flower girl grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to one of the tables, saying "You need a break!" Smart kid!
‣ After sundown, there were tiny little frogs all over the water feature, calling to each other! AAAAH SO CUUUUUTE
‣ Instead of throwing rice at the end, we all lit sparklers. No one caught fire. A happy ending.
I took her grocery shopping today because her car broke down. She pulled something off the shelf for her husband. "The things I do for him now that we're married. Oh my god, Stacy..." I thought some deep confession was coming. "Did I tell you they stopped making my favorite frosting??"
Nope, nothing's changed.
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