Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The wedding yesterday was a lot of fun. Lots of food and people I actually know. Plus, 2 margaritas and 2 peach martinis helped when talking to the people I don't know. The wedding was really unique in the fact that their dog was in the wedding, the table placements (pictures of different countries and everyone sat at a different country) had pictures of their dog photoshopped into them (haha), their cake was AMAZING, and when they left, instead of the traditional rice/bird seed, they had people blow bubbles and throw paper airplanes at them. Wooooooo!
Also, this guy kept flirting with/hitting on me... It was the guitarist at the wedding (one of the bride's friends). He had to be at least 27, 28 considering he is currently in school getting his doctorate in music. Ew, old.
We're (My sister, me, her boyfriend, and the guitarist) sitting there and we were talking about how my sister is older than me, and he goes: "Oh, so you're the sweet innocent one?"... Then I made a face at the cake and he continues: "Oh, you don't eat cake? Don't want to ruin that perfect figure" (WTF?). THEN we were talking about film/news and I told him what i want to end up doing and he told me I should be in front of the camera and asked me how tall I am. There was another incident but I can't remember. AHHH so old.
Today, sucked. I ended up spending the night last night at my sister's apartment and played halo with her boyfriend till 2AM (FUN!!!). Then we get up this morning and my sister and I decide to go to the mall to pick up food for everyone (her boyfriend, her, me).
Well, let me explain something first. On the way to the first wedding we went to (the one on Saturday) her car started shaking and we ended up having to park it somewhere and Brad (her boyfriend) drove to the first wedding. So her car had to be towed and worked on. SO I drove my mom's car to her apartment (about 45 minutes away from my house) and we drove my mom's car to the second wedding (the Sunday wedding). So we drive to the mall in my mom's car, get the food, shop a little, and find out that her car that was in the shop was ready to be picked up. So we get back in my mom's car, turn it on, drive about 500 ft and the car DIES. Power steering, air condition, radio, off. Dead. It's not the battery since it's new and a guy even tried to jump it. Now, Ashley, my sister, has to be in Rome which is about an hour away for a photo shoot. We end up calling a tow truck to come pick up the jeep and have to walk 20 minutes around the mall to the car place to get my sister's car that is in the shop. We go in the shop and sign for my sister's car and check my mom's car in. The guy at the counter, after finding out that my sister has had two cars die on her in the past 3 days, told her to remind him to never let her borrow his car. haha
So after getting hot and sweaty, Ashley had to drive me back to her apartment so I could ride with Brad to his work (which is closer to my house) and wait for an hour and 15 minutes so my parents could pick me up.
Sometimes I hate going home. It's too stressful and not really worth it.