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My weekend
Oct. 2nd, 2001 12:22 amWas longer than necessary, and I never say that.
Saturday I hauled my ass out of bed, to the phone ringing. Heaven forbid Joanne should learn my cell phone number. She's lucky I remember that fact, more respect than she shows me. ANYWAY. So we arrange a time, and she comes and gets me, to head up to Maine. We spend the whole trip talking about weddings, not unexpected, since we were off TO a wedding. But about hers next year, and my participation in Ruthie's. Every time I brought up something Ruthie wanted/I wanted she made that mouth noise, like I'd disappointed a nun. Because it's not NORMAL. (here's where I should have stopped the ride and gotten off, but did I listen, NO!) HER wedding on the other hand, will be beyond normal. About 300 guests (!?!), ceremony in the church where we went to school (somewhere I haven't been in about 15 years at least), and the reception at (get ready for it) Lantana's. Nice, but we had PROMS there, it's kinda prom territory. But it's nice and pretty and what she wants. Fine.
Oh my GAWD I should not have drunk the Green Earl Grey tea. *BOING*
OK back to the weekend. SO we get the hotel, noone's dead yet. Check into the room. Here's a good enough place to mention that she had anticipated going with her fiancee, the Aussie, who is, oddly enough, in Australia at the moment. So one bed. Do they have two. No. You sure? Nope. You SURE? Ok put a cot in the room. The bed is a double, there's plenty of room for us both. No, I spread out, _I_ get the bed and you get the cot. *sna?* Ok whatever. Eat a quick late lunch, change VERY quickly, and bolt to the church, as we're close to being late.
It was, by far, the shortest service ever! And she stopped me from doing my nails. hey, it wasn't my church, and according to her, since they're not RC, they're going to hell anyway, but *shrug*. The family snottiness began there. And I made on of the groomsmen escort me to our seat, I love that crap. *snicker* We pack up the car, adding my sister and the best man's wife Nicole, and head off to the reception. Another 20 minutes away and situated in a busy part of town (if you call Portland ME, busy *snicker*) Get up to the room, and are faced with a beautiful room, and the seating chart. Each of the tables were Star Wars references. *LOL* I LOVED it, it was the cutest thing. We sat in Jabba's Palace, my mother, that bitch, was in Bespin, Cloud City. (My uncle, who is just older than I am, has always had a Star Wars fetish, and this was his personality leaking in) We sit, and had hors oeuvres, which was NEAT they had plenty of little things, not enough to stuff yourself on, but enough to take the edge off before dinner.
The wedding party came in to the Star Wars theme. The couple, to the Imperial March. It was PERFECT. I was so impressed, it's exactly how I would have done it. My uncle and I are a lot alike. The night had enough Star Wars to be cute, but not enough to be more than mildly cheesy, and not annoying (although the 70's Star Wars version at the end of the night had me rolling) Dinner was exceptional, I had beef which was done pretty much how I liked it. The potatoes were kinda spicey but that was OK.
Joanne almost drove me batty tho. My sister and I Have a dynamic, and were couldn't even speak to each other without her "stepping in". problem was,we weren't even fighting, even Nicole looked at her funny. I said "Maybe you want to wait til we're actually arguing before stepping in, maybe?" She didn't like that one. Went off by herself for a while. no problem. She just gets embarrassed by me, I'm so odd. However, I think SHE'S odd, it doesn't occur to her that SHE embarrasses ME, she's perfectly normal. The thing is she's so busy making an impression, that she doesn't think about what people are actually thinking.
And Portland is fucked up. Everyone kept calling it a "hillbilly version of Landsdowne Street" *lol* And it was, drunken girls in little clothing, drunken frat boys bar hopping. *sigh* I wasn't impressed. Although the shopping looked REALLY good. I'd like to go up, sometime not busy, like a Thursday. After Ruthie's wedding, I think. (Saw some nice dresses tho)
The wedding was very nice, my uncle looks happy, and that's all I really ask, family bullshit not withstanding. Although it irks that these drunken fucks look down on me, like I'm not good enough. I'm not blood to their family, I'm KINDA related, more through my mom's boyfriend. But Rob is my blood uncle (mom's half brother) and he's the only one I can about. And his wife, Erika, and I'm actually starting to like Jeff, his Best man, and his wife Nicole, who swears she used go to MR all the time. *shrug* I dunno about that, and I certainly don't want her back if she's so normal now, I think some bad juju happened.
So back to the hotel. Where I take a shower and get ready for bed. She's already sprawled out, I can't figure out how she managed to touch every frickin square inch. The cot has a damn pole in my back. I can't sleep til 4AM, when I finally drag the mattress onto the floor, where I STILL can't sleep. Grrrr. She says "Well YOU snored, so you DID sleep." but funny I don't feel like it. D said "Look, you and I have gone to NYC and slept in the same bed, and you DON'T hog the bed, NOR do you SNORE. Maybe it's because some selfish bitch made you sleep on the floor." Heh. D has some unresolved issues with her, and every time I interact with her, D gets more incensed. Remembering all the times J used me to make herself look good. Personally, I think her friends suck, and it means very little that they think I'm weird, however, D think she should treat me better, and she's right. D has her own thing to deal with, and I think she's right. but it can't be me too. J asks me, but she can just ask D thank you.
We came home pretty early Sunday, thank goddess. I couldn't wait to be free. We had a discussion about poly stuff, specifically how I had a couple of guys I was interested in, as friend/fuck buddy only, and she got all pissy. Don't I want a HEALTHY, NORMAL relationship? I looked at her, I consider that healthy and normal. I get a deeper link (and an itch scratched) without the hassle of a relationship I'm not ready for, or maybe don't have the feelings for. She tut-tutted, and I could HEAR her thinking abut what a freak I am. And _I'M_ one of the conservative ones. She just doesn't understand that I CAN have relationships of differing levels with guys, I don't have just "friend" and "husband" like she does. AND she flirts mercilessly with her guys friends. I'd be pissed if anyone flirted with me insuch a manner without being willing to go through with it. She makes promises she can't keep, writes checks her ass can't cash. PISSES me off. The rest of the ride was innane topics. I'm convinced she's a virgin, although I did NOT press that issue. It's because she's frigid, I swear, she doesn't truly understand what a physical relationship will mean with her fiancee, and I pity him. Hopefully he had more patience that I think, I'm not sure ANY man will get past her defenses.
At least I DO know I'm invited to the wedding, but not in it. Nicole made a comment about if I was in the wedding J should pick some purple, and she sneered "She's NOT in the wedding." Some friend. She could have AT LEAST not sneered. (At least Nicole gave her a dirty look. And my sister asked what was up with that. And she's usually my greatest problem. But when it comes to defending me, it just happens. I don't think J made too many friends with those remarks.)
Sunday was better. Went to the office for a bit, but there was some sort of police action going on so I didn't stay long. Grabbed D and met Daddy for sushi. D's first sushi. *sob* So proud. *giggle* They had fried ice cream, must....go....back.
Then the other thing.
And I overslept.
And that's all. til now.
Tomorrow, BuffDay party, and who knows what.
*giggle*
*bounce*
Saturday I hauled my ass out of bed, to the phone ringing. Heaven forbid Joanne should learn my cell phone number. She's lucky I remember that fact, more respect than she shows me. ANYWAY. So we arrange a time, and she comes and gets me, to head up to Maine. We spend the whole trip talking about weddings, not unexpected, since we were off TO a wedding. But about hers next year, and my participation in Ruthie's. Every time I brought up something Ruthie wanted/I wanted she made that mouth noise, like I'd disappointed a nun. Because it's not NORMAL. (here's where I should have stopped the ride and gotten off, but did I listen, NO!) HER wedding on the other hand, will be beyond normal. About 300 guests (!?!), ceremony in the church where we went to school (somewhere I haven't been in about 15 years at least), and the reception at (get ready for it) Lantana's. Nice, but we had PROMS there, it's kinda prom territory. But it's nice and pretty and what she wants. Fine.
Oh my GAWD I should not have drunk the Green Earl Grey tea. *BOING*
OK back to the weekend. SO we get the hotel, noone's dead yet. Check into the room. Here's a good enough place to mention that she had anticipated going with her fiancee, the Aussie, who is, oddly enough, in Australia at the moment. So one bed. Do they have two. No. You sure? Nope. You SURE? Ok put a cot in the room. The bed is a double, there's plenty of room for us both. No, I spread out, _I_ get the bed and you get the cot. *sna?* Ok whatever. Eat a quick late lunch, change VERY quickly, and bolt to the church, as we're close to being late.
It was, by far, the shortest service ever! And she stopped me from doing my nails. hey, it wasn't my church, and according to her, since they're not RC, they're going to hell anyway, but *shrug*. The family snottiness began there. And I made on of the groomsmen escort me to our seat, I love that crap. *snicker* We pack up the car, adding my sister and the best man's wife Nicole, and head off to the reception. Another 20 minutes away and situated in a busy part of town (if you call Portland ME, busy *snicker*) Get up to the room, and are faced with a beautiful room, and the seating chart. Each of the tables were Star Wars references. *LOL* I LOVED it, it was the cutest thing. We sat in Jabba's Palace, my mother, that bitch, was in Bespin, Cloud City. (My uncle, who is just older than I am, has always had a Star Wars fetish, and this was his personality leaking in) We sit, and had hors oeuvres, which was NEAT they had plenty of little things, not enough to stuff yourself on, but enough to take the edge off before dinner.
The wedding party came in to the Star Wars theme. The couple, to the Imperial March. It was PERFECT. I was so impressed, it's exactly how I would have done it. My uncle and I are a lot alike. The night had enough Star Wars to be cute, but not enough to be more than mildly cheesy, and not annoying (although the 70's Star Wars version at the end of the night had me rolling) Dinner was exceptional, I had beef which was done pretty much how I liked it. The potatoes were kinda spicey but that was OK.
Joanne almost drove me batty tho. My sister and I Have a dynamic, and were couldn't even speak to each other without her "stepping in". problem was,we weren't even fighting, even Nicole looked at her funny. I said "Maybe you want to wait til we're actually arguing before stepping in, maybe?" She didn't like that one. Went off by herself for a while. no problem. She just gets embarrassed by me, I'm so odd. However, I think SHE'S odd, it doesn't occur to her that SHE embarrasses ME, she's perfectly normal. The thing is she's so busy making an impression, that she doesn't think about what people are actually thinking.
And Portland is fucked up. Everyone kept calling it a "hillbilly version of Landsdowne Street" *lol* And it was, drunken girls in little clothing, drunken frat boys bar hopping. *sigh* I wasn't impressed. Although the shopping looked REALLY good. I'd like to go up, sometime not busy, like a Thursday. After Ruthie's wedding, I think. (Saw some nice dresses tho)
The wedding was very nice, my uncle looks happy, and that's all I really ask, family bullshit not withstanding. Although it irks that these drunken fucks look down on me, like I'm not good enough. I'm not blood to their family, I'm KINDA related, more through my mom's boyfriend. But Rob is my blood uncle (mom's half brother) and he's the only one I can about. And his wife, Erika, and I'm actually starting to like Jeff, his Best man, and his wife Nicole, who swears she used go to MR all the time. *shrug* I dunno about that, and I certainly don't want her back if she's so normal now, I think some bad juju happened.
So back to the hotel. Where I take a shower and get ready for bed. She's already sprawled out, I can't figure out how she managed to touch every frickin square inch. The cot has a damn pole in my back. I can't sleep til 4AM, when I finally drag the mattress onto the floor, where I STILL can't sleep. Grrrr. She says "Well YOU snored, so you DID sleep." but funny I don't feel like it. D said "Look, you and I have gone to NYC and slept in the same bed, and you DON'T hog the bed, NOR do you SNORE. Maybe it's because some selfish bitch made you sleep on the floor." Heh. D has some unresolved issues with her, and every time I interact with her, D gets more incensed. Remembering all the times J used me to make herself look good. Personally, I think her friends suck, and it means very little that they think I'm weird, however, D think she should treat me better, and she's right. D has her own thing to deal with, and I think she's right. but it can't be me too. J asks me, but she can just ask D thank you.
We came home pretty early Sunday, thank goddess. I couldn't wait to be free. We had a discussion about poly stuff, specifically how I had a couple of guys I was interested in, as friend/fuck buddy only, and she got all pissy. Don't I want a HEALTHY, NORMAL relationship? I looked at her, I consider that healthy and normal. I get a deeper link (and an itch scratched) without the hassle of a relationship I'm not ready for, or maybe don't have the feelings for. She tut-tutted, and I could HEAR her thinking abut what a freak I am. And _I'M_ one of the conservative ones. She just doesn't understand that I CAN have relationships of differing levels with guys, I don't have just "friend" and "husband" like she does. AND she flirts mercilessly with her guys friends. I'd be pissed if anyone flirted with me insuch a manner without being willing to go through with it. She makes promises she can't keep, writes checks her ass can't cash. PISSES me off. The rest of the ride was innane topics. I'm convinced she's a virgin, although I did NOT press that issue. It's because she's frigid, I swear, she doesn't truly understand what a physical relationship will mean with her fiancee, and I pity him. Hopefully he had more patience that I think, I'm not sure ANY man will get past her defenses.
At least I DO know I'm invited to the wedding, but not in it. Nicole made a comment about if I was in the wedding J should pick some purple, and she sneered "She's NOT in the wedding." Some friend. She could have AT LEAST not sneered. (At least Nicole gave her a dirty look. And my sister asked what was up with that. And she's usually my greatest problem. But when it comes to defending me, it just happens. I don't think J made too many friends with those remarks.)
Sunday was better. Went to the office for a bit, but there was some sort of police action going on so I didn't stay long. Grabbed D and met Daddy for sushi. D's first sushi. *sob* So proud. *giggle* They had fried ice cream, must....go....back.
Then the other thing.
And I overslept.
And that's all. til now.
Tomorrow, BuffDay party, and who knows what.
*giggle*
*bounce*
