Jan 09, 2006 21:50
So, I just got back from a weekend overstuffed with matrimonial bliss. Hardened by years of experience, I don't cry much during the ceremonies anymore. Unless they are on television and set to a particularly heart-wrenching Deathcab for Cutie song. This one was no exception, mostly because I kept giggling at the thought of a live-feed projection of a stained glass window (thanks, Banta). Later on at the reception, however, I caught Kourtney crying. Since I didn't think the dj was so horrid that tears were appropriate, I asked what was wrong. "I just haven't had this much fun in such a long time," she said. Shit. Good thing I always wear waterproof mascara.
I've been thinking about posers alot lately, mostly because I kinda feel like one most of the time. Besides my knack for memorizing countless movie lines and imdb facts, what do I really have to offer? Do I really have the right to judge someone tall, dark, and emo for yelling out "Vagina Power" at a totally inappropriate moment? So, ok, I do alright with movies and tv, but, let's face facts here: I poached alot of my music from the OC, and I get my reading selections from Rory's Bookclub on the Gilmore Girls website. I am not cool.
The thing about my friends, though, is that they already know that. They don't ask me dumb questions about why I dropped out of school, or dig too deeply when I offer up a new song or band. They just thank me for bringing sweet tea from Waco and encourage my creativity, which, I promise, is at least 87% my own. And they miss me. And I miss them (and don't think I just mean the ones from Baylor).
So I did what I do, like Roger Rabbit down the Soul Train line, or the Footloose line dance for the entire duration of the song (as an homage to a missed Thursday), and if those things aren't cool, then I don't know what is.