just hold onto me
Jul. 24th, 2006 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyI should stop being totally slack and just have little entries based soley on wedding crap. But I am lazy and odds are good I'll just throw everything into one entry and call it a day. But we'll start with what's bugging me.
Ari's got two maids of honor. Which is fab, though it kind of bugs the third person in her party or whatever the hell you call it. We'll ignore that, though listening to #3 bitch is tedious, but hey. If it keeps her from killing the bride or ruining things, that's what I'm here for, right? Yes. No. Wait.
Anyway, the other MOH has been in other weddings and lives with the oh so happy couple. I knew she knew more about the actual wedding, but I didn't realize she'd pretty much raced right ahead on everything else. -_- Over dinner it became clear that she'd planned the wedding shower, the bacholorette party, and I'd heard nothing about any of it until just then. It's like, whoa, wait, whatthefuck? I don't think I managed to say a damn thing, I was just dumbfounded that she'd taken such total control. This part of the conversation went like this:
P: So the shower will be in October
A: Why not in September? I can't waaait
P: Duh, I'll be out of town for two weeks in Sept.
A: Ohhh, okay!
Me: ...
Followed by:
P: No, that one is a week or so before your wedding. We should go to Myrtle Beach for your Bacholorette party.
A: yes!
me: ...
However, the silence was mostly because for fifteen minutes they planned what exactly this party would entail, and when they got to the part where the summary for the night would be stoned and drunk, or drunk and stoned, my face froze. I'm fairly certain they forgot I was there, even though they were sitting right across from me.
...fab, ladies. Faaaabulous. The most amusing part, other than them totally ignoring any possible odd looks I may not have been able to control, was the knowledge that if this goes forward, Ari will effectively sign away any and all bitching rights when it comes to Cass getting married, should that ever come to pass. Totally different plans.
But that aside, they kept going back and forth on things and all I could do was sit there wishing I'd stabbed our waitress when I had the chance. The bread was eaten, so I couldn't fiddle with that, and for once in my life I wasn't thirsty, and the cheese fries [which I think I had maybe 20 actual bits of fry] were so delayed that the salads came before 'em. So I couldn't even fidget properly. Annnnd anytime I did manage to pipe in with something, it took twenty minutes for them to get it [yes, I exagerate] annnnnd it was always misunderstood and I finally gave up and went back to mentally fidgeting.
I suppose this makes it sound like I had a bad time. I didn't. I'm glad ari's got someone who knows what she's doing, and hey, who doesn't want a super sleazy bacholorette party? Oh. Wait, that's me. But ari does, so rock on. I'd just like to know whatever I contribute to this is going to be more than keeping Cass from rioting.
...We'll just shove that behind a cut.
Other than that blip of time, the night was fun. Saw the first two episodes of Point Pleasant which I'm torn on. [Yes. I taped the whole thing but never got around to watching it. Bite me.] Parts are interesting and parts are just ohmigodsoFoxsobad. I don't even get to flit about in that "I love Dina!" way. Woe.
*yawn* Sleepy. Bored. Did manage to clean my room up yesterday. It's not perfect, but it's no longer scary. Yay?
This new angels & airwaves song sucks. That is all.
Ari's got two maids of honor. Which is fab, though it kind of bugs the third person in her party or whatever the hell you call it. We'll ignore that, though listening to #3 bitch is tedious, but hey. If it keeps her from killing the bride or ruining things, that's what I'm here for, right? Yes. No. Wait.
Anyway, the other MOH has been in other weddings and lives with the oh so happy couple. I knew she knew more about the actual wedding, but I didn't realize she'd pretty much raced right ahead on everything else. -_- Over dinner it became clear that she'd planned the wedding shower, the bacholorette party, and I'd heard nothing about any of it until just then. It's like, whoa, wait, whatthefuck? I don't think I managed to say a damn thing, I was just dumbfounded that she'd taken such total control. This part of the conversation went like this:
P: So the shower will be in October
A: Why not in September? I can't waaait
P: Duh, I'll be out of town for two weeks in Sept.
A: Ohhh, okay!
Me: ...
Followed by:
P: No, that one is a week or so before your wedding. We should go to Myrtle Beach for your Bacholorette party.
A: yes!
me: ...
However, the silence was mostly because for fifteen minutes they planned what exactly this party would entail, and when they got to the part where the summary for the night would be stoned and drunk, or drunk and stoned, my face froze. I'm fairly certain they forgot I was there, even though they were sitting right across from me.
...fab, ladies. Faaaabulous. The most amusing part, other than them totally ignoring any possible odd looks I may not have been able to control, was the knowledge that if this goes forward, Ari will effectively sign away any and all bitching rights when it comes to Cass getting married, should that ever come to pass. Totally different plans.
But that aside, they kept going back and forth on things and all I could do was sit there wishing I'd stabbed our waitress when I had the chance. The bread was eaten, so I couldn't fiddle with that, and for once in my life I wasn't thirsty, and the cheese fries [which I think I had maybe 20 actual bits of fry] were so delayed that the salads came before 'em. So I couldn't even fidget properly. Annnnd anytime I did manage to pipe in with something, it took twenty minutes for them to get it [yes, I exagerate] annnnnd it was always misunderstood and I finally gave up and went back to mentally fidgeting.
I suppose this makes it sound like I had a bad time. I didn't. I'm glad ari's got someone who knows what she's doing, and hey, who doesn't want a super sleazy bacholorette party? Oh. Wait, that's me. But ari does, so rock on. I'd just like to know whatever I contribute to this is going to be more than keeping Cass from rioting.
...We'll just shove that behind a cut.
Other than that blip of time, the night was fun. Saw the first two episodes of Point Pleasant which I'm torn on. [Yes. I taped the whole thing but never got around to watching it. Bite me.] Parts are interesting and parts are just ohmigodsoFoxsobad. I don't even get to flit about in that "I love Dina!" way. Woe.
*yawn* Sleepy. Bored. Did manage to clean my room up yesterday. It's not perfect, but it's no longer scary. Yay?
This new angels & airwaves song sucks. That is all.
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Date: 2006-07-24 03:33 pm (UTC)My friend Rosie was really pissed at her maid of honor because the MOH didn't really plan much of anything. She was running every last idea by Rosie 50 times, and Rosie's mom ended up doing all the planning and work involved in the bridal shower. There were some tense moments surrounding those events.