Well, the wedding was absolutely lovely, even if the call-and-response liturgy was entirely unexpected and gave me the crawling heebie-jeebies when it happened. I've never been to a church service, have never even been that terribly spiritual, and to suddenly find myself in the midst of over a hundred people droning back a monotone reply to the minister from memory was, quite frankly, terrifying.
The sad thing was that I had just started to tear up a little bit from how pretty the whole business was when that happened. After that I sort of disconnected, probably for fear that something of the sort would happen again.
The reception was also quite nice, and I got to run into a friend of mine I hadn't seen in quite a long time. I also discovered that a single glass of chardonnay is enough to put me severely off my balance if I haven't eaten anything. The solution to that was simple, though: eat summat, then drink another glass. It tasted like gasoline, but at least it was chilled.
The rest of the night was fun, frivolity, and ridiculous gyration that may or may not have been construed as dancing by those present. There was supposed to be an after-party, and a couple friends and I waited at the appropriate hotel for a time, but there was a mix-up with the wedding party's limo so it didn't get started until quite late, by which time we had already given up and decided to get some sleep.
So all in all, the whole business was successful, and I did not forget my pants.
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"Anyway, you didn't look in there, so you don't know. Nobody knows. It's like Schrodinger's Wolfman."
Monday, August 4, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Countdown
So in about ten hours I'll be taking off for the wedding, and I'll be pretty much incommunicado until Sunday evening. You know what that means. That's right, I'm leaving my laptop behind. My precious laptop. Why? Because I have Pepper, and she can do all the things I'd be doing with my laptop anyway (internet, email, music, etc.) while still fitting on my belt. Talk about convenience.
Unless, of course, the hotel doesn't have WiFi. But honestly, the piece of crap hotel I stayed in earlier this year when I went to the regional American College Theatre Festival in Texas had WiFi, and that place was practically falling apart. It was seriously awful. Their idea of a continental breakfast was cold cereal dispensed from weird tupperware nozzles, a styrofoam cup of a strange juice cocktail with fruit chunks floating in it, and a slice of bread that you had the choice of rendering into toast before smearing it with peanut butter or jelly. Classy, right?
Also, before I forget, I mentioned The Accidental Survivors recently, and a couple of the guys from the podcast, Rob and Fraser, actually came through and dropped a line. That is, in my opinion, quite classy. Fraser was also kind enough to offer a slight correction as regards the Survivors group makeup: "While it is true that there are four Canadians (though we are trying to get Chris deported), Chuck is very, very American."
So it would seem that my alien theory has been debunked. Oh well. I should probably get some small amount of sleep here soon, lest I find myself too groggy in the morning to pack. That would be bad, as I might forget to include something important.
Like, you know, pants.
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"I am going to make this pencil disappear..."
Unless, of course, the hotel doesn't have WiFi. But honestly, the piece of crap hotel I stayed in earlier this year when I went to the regional American College Theatre Festival in Texas had WiFi, and that place was practically falling apart. It was seriously awful. Their idea of a continental breakfast was cold cereal dispensed from weird tupperware nozzles, a styrofoam cup of a strange juice cocktail with fruit chunks floating in it, and a slice of bread that you had the choice of rendering into toast before smearing it with peanut butter or jelly. Classy, right?
Also, before I forget, I mentioned The Accidental Survivors recently, and a couple of the guys from the podcast, Rob and Fraser, actually came through and dropped a line. That is, in my opinion, quite classy. Fraser was also kind enough to offer a slight correction as regards the Survivors group makeup: "While it is true that there are four Canadians (though we are trying to get Chris deported), Chuck is very, very American."
So it would seem that my alien theory has been debunked. Oh well. I should probably get some small amount of sleep here soon, lest I find myself too groggy in the morning to pack. That would be bad, as I might forget to include something important.
Like, you know, pants.
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"I am going to make this pencil disappear..."
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