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12 hours later and my hair is still shellacked within an inch of its life.
Yesterday I puttered around and missed buses left and right until I finally got my butt out the door to pick up my weekend rental, only to find the gal who works down the hallway and lives upstairs, on her way out the door too. So instead of waiting for a bus, I got front-door delivery! Too cool. Plus I got a chance to chat with her, which I don't do often enough.
Go the car, did grocery-type errands (the cats will be fed for another month, yay) and spent a wee stint fighting a cranky DSL modem to play WoW for a couple of hours. Soloing on my hunter, which is fairly safe - I'd start a fight, disconnect, and by the time I'd get back in or be able to react? Dead mob. Heh.
I'd had a lovely breakfast in between errands, so I skipped lunch and went straight to my nail appointment - fingernails in something sedately pink and bright red toenails. I had enough time to get down to the Museum of Flight for the rehearsal, but I'd forgotten my drycleaning claim tag (for getting my dress pressed), so I ran home, scooted back to the interstate and promptly got stuck in traffic. All but one lane closed down at I-90, and it was backed up to the UDistrict. At 3. Owie.
I ended up a half hour late to the rehearsal, so I missed half the good jokes, but I found out where to stand, which was apparently the important part. Everyone and their sister was cracking wise, (even the sisters who only showed up at the dinner later) so there was much laughter and little solemnity. Dinner was only a continuation, with the addition of more family of the groom that I'd never met, and it was a wee bit overwhelming. Good food though - we were at a little Italian place, not much to look at downstairs, but lovely food, and we had a banquet room all to ourselves upstairs.
I left a little early and dropped Chris home - he had been as much overwhelmed by the family as I, but once we got in the car solo, it was all jokes and accents and silliness. Good times. I swung by home to pick up a couple things and then headed up to Ali's to spend the night.
Man, I had all her anxiety dreams for her. My job the next morning was to get the both of us down to her parents' hotel and pick up her mother and sister. My dream job was to get the entire wedding party and family (easily 20 people) into a large van (still seating people in each other's laps) down to the museum in the morning. Worse than herding cats, because the moment we all piled out for coffee (of course a single person espresso stand) everyone scattered, and the two-year old children of the groomsmen (which of course I'd never met, but had just heard of) got themselves into the whipped cream, and we couldn't get that over the dresses and... Oi. And then something changed, because there were coworkers and a baggage claim and oh look, Rodney McKay. Heh.
Oh, and Dru's calling - time to post and continue later.
Yesterday I puttered around and missed buses left and right until I finally got my butt out the door to pick up my weekend rental, only to find the gal who works down the hallway and lives upstairs, on her way out the door too. So instead of waiting for a bus, I got front-door delivery! Too cool. Plus I got a chance to chat with her, which I don't do often enough.
Go the car, did grocery-type errands (the cats will be fed for another month, yay) and spent a wee stint fighting a cranky DSL modem to play WoW for a couple of hours. Soloing on my hunter, which is fairly safe - I'd start a fight, disconnect, and by the time I'd get back in or be able to react? Dead mob. Heh.
I'd had a lovely breakfast in between errands, so I skipped lunch and went straight to my nail appointment - fingernails in something sedately pink and bright red toenails. I had enough time to get down to the Museum of Flight for the rehearsal, but I'd forgotten my drycleaning claim tag (for getting my dress pressed), so I ran home, scooted back to the interstate and promptly got stuck in traffic. All but one lane closed down at I-90, and it was backed up to the UDistrict. At 3. Owie.
I ended up a half hour late to the rehearsal, so I missed half the good jokes, but I found out where to stand, which was apparently the important part. Everyone and their sister was cracking wise, (even the sisters who only showed up at the dinner later) so there was much laughter and little solemnity. Dinner was only a continuation, with the addition of more family of the groom that I'd never met, and it was a wee bit overwhelming. Good food though - we were at a little Italian place, not much to look at downstairs, but lovely food, and we had a banquet room all to ourselves upstairs.
I left a little early and dropped Chris home - he had been as much overwhelmed by the family as I, but once we got in the car solo, it was all jokes and accents and silliness. Good times. I swung by home to pick up a couple things and then headed up to Ali's to spend the night.
Man, I had all her anxiety dreams for her. My job the next morning was to get the both of us down to her parents' hotel and pick up her mother and sister. My dream job was to get the entire wedding party and family (easily 20 people) into a large van (still seating people in each other's laps) down to the museum in the morning. Worse than herding cats, because the moment we all piled out for coffee (of course a single person espresso stand) everyone scattered, and the two-year old children of the groomsmen (which of course I'd never met, but had just heard of) got themselves into the whipped cream, and we couldn't get that over the dresses and... Oi. And then something changed, because there were coworkers and a baggage claim and oh look, Rodney McKay. Heh.
Oh, and Dru's calling - time to post and continue later.
